<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8187541590976293037</id><updated>2012-01-15T07:01:27.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Theory of Everything</title><subtitle type='html'>An idle mind is a stupid mind</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187541590976293037/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mr. Poquiz is out there</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301043913757720727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UGm26L7axbg/R3cw9fwnR8I/AAAAAAAAACU/vyk-ijqebPs/S220/748498949l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8187541590976293037.post-4125487596410286464</id><published>2011-05-10T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T23:58:23.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A God-fearing atheist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 18px; "  &gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 18px; "&gt;Here are all of the quotes salvaged from Bob Ong's original compilation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There is but one truly serious philosophical problem, and that is suicide. Judging whether life is or is not worth living amounts to answering the fundamental question of philosophy. - Albert Camus If I believed in an outside force that we wanted to call God, and I believe that there is one, I think God would appreciate what I say, because I can't see God wanting to create a world full of idiots. - Marilyn Manson It's asking a great deal that things should appeal to your reason as well as your sense of the aesthetic. - W. Somerset Maugham, 'Of Human Bondage', 1915 Agnostic (n). A God-fearing atheist I don't care if it rains or freezes, 'long as I' got my plastic Jesus, sittin' on the dashboard of my car; It makes no difference if we hit a bump, -he's held on by a suction cup, sittin' on the dashboard of my car. I can even go a hundr'd miles-an-hour, as long as I've got that dee-vine power, sittin' on the dashboard of my car. - "Plastic Jesus," circa 1969, sign-on song of disk jockey Don Imis ...But who prays for Satan? Who, in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most? - Mark Twain from: ang paboritong libro ni hudas by Bob Ong And Jesus said unto them, "And whom do you say that I am?" They replied, "You are the eschatological manifestation of the ground of our being, the ontological foundation of the context of our very selfhood revealed." And Jesus replied, "What?" If we do not need to worship God six days in the week, why do we need to worship him on the seventh? - Lemuel K. Washburn I have issues with anyone who treats faith as a burden instead of a blessing. You people don't celebrate your faith; you mourn it. - Serendipity (Dogma) Atheist Christmas movie: "Coincidence On 34th Street" There are no facts, only interpretations. - Friedrich Nietzsche Where facts are few, experts are many. - Donald R. Gannon Calvin: Do you believe in the devil? You know, a supreme evil being dedicated to the temptation, corruption, and destruction of man? Hobbes: I'm not sure that man needs the help. Do you think people know what they want? - God (Bruce Almighty) That only which we have within, can we see without. If we meet no gods, it is because we harbor none. If there is a grandeur in you, you will find grandeur in porters and sweeps. - Ralph Waldo Emerson Every man is a God, if he chooses to recognize this fact. - Anton LaVey You sharpen the human appetite to the point where it can split atoms with its desire; you build egos the size of cathedrals; fiber-optically connect the world to every eager impulse; grease even the dullest dreams with these dollar-green, gold-plated fantasies, until every human becomes an aspiring emperor, becomes his own God... and where can you go from there? - John Milton aka Satan (The Devil's Advocate) I had an experience. I can't prove and can't explain. But everything that I know as a human being tells me that it was real. I was given something wonderful, that changed me forever. A vision of the universe, that tells us undeniably, that we belong to something that is greater than ourselves, and that none of us is alone. - Ellie Arroway (Contact) Man is a credulous animal, and must believe something; in the absence of good grounds for belief, he will be satisfied with bad ones. - Bertrand Russell In answer to the question of why it happened, I offer the modest proposal that our Universe is simply one of those things which happen from time to time. - Edward P. Tryon I don't believe in God, but I'm afraid of Him. - Gabriel Garcia Marquez Before God we are all equally wise—and equally foolish. - Albert Einstein (1879-1955) Conscience is the inner voice that warns us that someone might be looking. - H. L. Mencken (1880 - 1956) To be a saint is the exception; to be upright is the rule. Err, falter, sin, but be upright. To commit the least possible sin is the law for man. Sin is a gravitation. - Victor Hugo, 'Les Miserables' A hypocrite is a person who—but who isn't? - Don Marquis It would be very nice if there were a God who created the world and was a benevolent providence, and if there were a moral order in the universe and an after-life; but it is a very striking fact that all this is exactly as we are bound to wish it to be. - Sigmund Freud And God said, "Jeeze, this is dull." And it *was* dull. - Genesis 0:0 Own only what you can carry with you; know language, know countries, know people. Let your memory be your travel bag. - Alexander Solzhenitsyn He who never thinks of anything as ‘mine’ does not feel the lack of anything: he is never worried by a sense of loss. - Buddha (568-488 BC, Founder of Buddhism) Never eat more than you can lift. - Miss Piggy It ain't the parts of the Bible that I can't understand that bother me, it is the parts that I do understand. - Mark Twain Feminist theologians tell us that God is female. But what about the devil? What about her? I'm looking for loopholes. - WC Fields, when caught reading the Bible The ability to delude yourself may be an important survival tool. - Jane Wagner Never take ecstasy, beer, baccardi, weed, pepto bismol, vivarin, tums, tagamet hb, xanax, and valium in the same day. It makes it difficult to sleep at night. - Eminem, on drugs Comic Truth .2: Exposure to deadly radiation = Super powers. If you can't beat your computer at chess, try kickboxing. Men show their characters in nothing more clearly than in what they think laughable. - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Whoever controls the media—the images—controls the culture. - Allen Ginsberg Did your parents just make me up so you'd be a good boy? - The Devil (Bedazzled) The greatest trick the devil ever pulled on the world was convincing us he didn't exist. - Verbal Kent (Usual Suspects) The Christian resolution to find the world ugly and bad, has made the world ugly and bad. - Friedrich Nietzsche The greatest ignorance is rejecting that which you know absolutely nothing about. - Jessica Branch I still went to church regularly, though, until I was eighteen years old. Then suddenly, the light bulb went on over my head. All the mindless morbidity and discipline was pretty sick - bleeding this, painful that and no meat on Friday. What is this shit?" - Frank Zappa Nothing is so good that somebody, somewhere, will not hate it. People break down into two groups when they experience something lucky. Group number one sees it as more than luck, more than coincidence. They see it as a sign, evidence, that there is someone up there, watching over them. Group number two sees it as just pure luck. Just happy chance. And surely, the people in Group number two are looking at those fourteen lights in very suspicious way. For them, the situation is fifty-fifty. Could be bad, Could be good. But deep down, they feel that whatever happens, they're on their own. And that fills them with fear. Yeah, there are those people. But there's a whole lot of people in Group number one. When they see those fourteen lights, they're looking at a miracle. And deep down, they feel that whatever's going to happen, there will be someone there to help them. And that fills them with hope. So what you have to ask yourself is what kind of person are you: Are you the kind that sees signs, sees miracles? Or do you believe that people just get lucky? Or, look at the question this way: Is it possible that there are no coincidences? - Graham Hess (Signs) If God did not exist, it would be necessary to invent him. - Voltaire I am convinced that the world is not a mere bog in which men and women trample themselves and die. Something magnificent is taking place here amidst the cruelties and tragedies, and the supreme challenge to intelligence is that of making the noblest and best in our curious heritage prevail. - C.A. Beard Sam: I know. It's all wrong. By rights we shouldn't even be here. But we are. It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back only they didn't. Because they were holding on to something. Frodo: What are we holding on to, Sam? Sam: There's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it's worth fighting for. You must not lose faith in humanity. Humanity is an ocean; if a few drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty. - Mahatma Gandhi I shall tell you a great secret my friend. Do not wait for the last judgment, it takes place every day. - Albert Camus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8187541590976293037-4125487596410286464?l=johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com/feeds/4125487596410286464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8187541590976293037&amp;postID=4125487596410286464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187541590976293037/posts/default/4125487596410286464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187541590976293037/posts/default/4125487596410286464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com/2011/05/god-fearing-atheist.html' title='A God-fearing atheist'/><author><name>Mr. Poquiz is out there</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301043913757720727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UGm26L7axbg/R3cw9fwnR8I/AAAAAAAAACU/vyk-ijqebPs/S220/748498949l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8187541590976293037.post-610219340234612542</id><published>2011-05-02T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T08:10:13.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What hybernation has taught me so far</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;I've always told people that I can never live in the province. I've lived in the city ever since I can remember. I grew up in a crowded district of Manila called Tondo. There, the only private time you have is when you go to sleep. Sleep is private because that is the only time your consciousness is separate from everything else. In our neighborhood, houses were divided only by walls. The walls themselves don't seem to provide much seclusion to each family in the area. Whenever Tiyang Delma would engage in a heated argument with his sons, all of us living nearby would know. Even if you tone down your voice, you'd make an impression to the neighbors that something's wrong, one way or the other. Those living near by would hear it when you slam the door, throw a book, stomp your feet. Perhaps this is why the people in our part of the city grow up to be so loud: there is no use in toning down. There is no use in hiding your anger under a soft voice. People will find out eventually. When you're mad, you should might as well express rage at the fullness of tone. Might as well fuel your words with intensiveness. Why bother hiding behind the suppression of whisper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have become accustomed to the city: the dirty air from cars, the noise, the lives of people happening in front of me. I have come to realize that when I say that I can't live in the province, I am expressing the fear I have of own thoughts.  In the place where I grew up, there is always something else to think about. There is always something to capture my attention. Something louder than what I have to say.  I've been trying to isolate myself from the noise the past couple of days, and what it has done so far is to push to my consciousness reflections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have cut the time I spent in the internet and avoided networking and and messenger sites. The past few days that I have done so felt like moving into a province. Before, when I open my computer in the morning, the first thing I would do is to look at my Twitter and Face book accounts. And already, it's the lives of people starts flashing in front of me. What they're doing, how they feel, what interests them. Sure the status messages flashing in feeds are just projections, but isn't it that the same is true with everything we know about the people around us? Aren't they all projections? To cut myself from the virtual world is like withdrawing from the addiction of living in the denseness of the city.  You are cut off. As the metropolitan noise fades slowly,  your thoughts start to become louder. At first, it was frightening: my own thoughts. My desires. My worries. I can't remember when I last heard it talk to me so loudly and unfazed. And what is more bothering is how it is so unfamiliar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8187541590976293037-610219340234612542?l=johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com/feeds/610219340234612542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8187541590976293037&amp;postID=610219340234612542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187541590976293037/posts/default/610219340234612542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187541590976293037/posts/default/610219340234612542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-hybernation-has-taught-me-so-far.html' title='What hybernation has taught me so far'/><author><name>Mr. Poquiz is out there</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301043913757720727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UGm26L7axbg/R3cw9fwnR8I/AAAAAAAAACU/vyk-ijqebPs/S220/748498949l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8187541590976293037.post-8374070809292102576</id><published>2010-12-04T17:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T17:44:38.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Basag ulo</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GxDuckqtx7g?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I regret to tell you that I'm the guy in the red corner. Unfortunately, the fight didn't go well for me. Nonetheless, it was a good match.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8187541590976293037-8374070809292102576?l=johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com/feeds/8374070809292102576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8187541590976293037&amp;postID=8374070809292102576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187541590976293037/posts/default/8374070809292102576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187541590976293037/posts/default/8374070809292102576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com/2010/12/basag-ulo_1222.html' title='Basag ulo'/><author><name>Mr. Poquiz is out there</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301043913757720727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UGm26L7axbg/R3cw9fwnR8I/AAAAAAAAACU/vyk-ijqebPs/S220/748498949l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/GxDuckqtx7g/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8187541590976293037.post-5042734195247150445</id><published>2010-11-13T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T05:32:50.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a game of chess</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I have always been good at at giving people advise on difficult situation. I'm not just good at it, I'm awesome at it. But when I'm faced with my own personal problems. I suck at it. It's like when you're playing chess: as an observer, you see all the openings, but as a player, all moves are impossible. I need to find someone who's going to be my JL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8187541590976293037-5042734195247150445?l=johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com/feeds/5042734195247150445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8187541590976293037&amp;postID=5042734195247150445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187541590976293037/posts/default/5042734195247150445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187541590976293037/posts/default/5042734195247150445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com/2010/11/game-of-chess.html' title='a game of chess'/><author><name>Mr. Poquiz is out there</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301043913757720727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UGm26L7axbg/R3cw9fwnR8I/AAAAAAAAACU/vyk-ijqebPs/S220/748498949l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8187541590976293037.post-6694332335770721946</id><published>2010-11-09T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T05:25:02.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Lunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The French moralist Joseph Joubert said that "misery is almost always the result of thinking." But does it follow that when you're happy, you you are foregoing "thinking?" We are taught in economics the concept of opportunity cost. There is no free lunch. Everything has an underlying cost. Everything. If we take that statement as fact, it would mean that happiness too has an underlying cost. When we're happy, it is likely that our delight is at the expense of other people's potential happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8187541590976293037-6694332335770721946?l=johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com/feeds/6694332335770721946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8187541590976293037&amp;postID=6694332335770721946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187541590976293037/posts/default/6694332335770721946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187541590976293037/posts/default/6694332335770721946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com/2010/11/free-lunch.html' title='Free Lunch'/><author><name>Mr. Poquiz is out there</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301043913757720727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UGm26L7axbg/R3cw9fwnR8I/AAAAAAAAACU/vyk-ijqebPs/S220/748498949l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8187541590976293037.post-8630730929393301947</id><published>2010-11-07T22:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T22:54:52.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;"Besides intercourse (when the Image-repertoire goes to the devil), there is that other embrace, which is a motionless cradling: we are enchanted, bewitched: we are in the realm of sleep, without sleeping; we are within the voluptous infantilism of sleepiness: this is the moment for telling stories, the moment of the voice which takes me, siderates me, this is the return to the mother ("in the loving calm of your arms," says a poem set to music by Duparc). In this companionable incest, everything is suspended: time, law, prohibition: nothing is exhausted, nothing is wanted: all desires are abolished, for they seem definitively fulfilled. Yet, within this infantile embrace, the genital unfailingly appears; it cuts off the diffuse sensuality of the incestuous embrace; the logic of desire begins to function, the will-to-possess returns, the adult is superimposed upon the child. I am then two subjects at once: I want maternity and genitality. (The lover might be defined as a child getting an erection: such was the young Eros.)"&lt;br /&gt;— Roland Barthes (A Lover's Discourse: Fragments) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8187541590976293037-8630730929393301947?l=johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com/feeds/8630730929393301947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8187541590976293037&amp;postID=8630730929393301947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187541590976293037/posts/default/8630730929393301947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187541590976293037/posts/default/8630730929393301947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com/2010/11/return.html' title='The Return'/><author><name>Mr. Poquiz is out there</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301043913757720727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UGm26L7axbg/R3cw9fwnR8I/AAAAAAAAACU/vyk-ijqebPs/S220/748498949l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8187541590976293037.post-4907800743899418093</id><published>2010-10-31T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T05:22:49.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Long Overdue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sometimes I feel like I never learn. Of course, the less people involved in a project, the easier it is to control the project's out come. I invited three artists to help me out with my long-overdue comic book project. The idea of having more than one artist to work on the project was Josel's, the first artist I approached for the project. Josel and I tried to do the project ourselves but a lot of things got in the way. He had his thesis. I had work, graduate school, and my fucked up personal life. Tonight I invited two more artists to work with us--one is Dar Galvan, a former line artist for our college paper, and Nelz Yumul, the fiancée of one of my closest friends. All of them are skilled artists. I am confident that the project I have for them is worth their while. My problem is, I'm not really good at working with people. I always want to be the one in control. I think for this particular project, I have to make a lot of compromise. Oh well. This is for the good of man kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8187541590976293037-4907800743899418093?l=johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com/feeds/4907800743899418093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8187541590976293037&amp;postID=4907800743899418093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187541590976293037/posts/default/4907800743899418093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187541590976293037/posts/default/4907800743899418093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-is-long-overdue.html' title='What is Long Overdue'/><author><name>Mr. Poquiz is out there</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301043913757720727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UGm26L7axbg/R3cw9fwnR8I/AAAAAAAAACU/vyk-ijqebPs/S220/748498949l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8187541590976293037.post-418482296117474502</id><published>2010-10-25T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T07:02:55.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As Ricci used to say, Hair is Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Jonah Lehrer: Feeling Sad Makes Us More Creative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/dDx8yA" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;http://bit.ly/dDx8yA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I guess he was happy when he wrote the title for this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8187541590976293037-418482296117474502?l=johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com/feeds/418482296117474502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8187541590976293037&amp;postID=418482296117474502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;[note: this is the first line of the short story im currently working on. i hope i finish it soon.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;god made the world a dark and miserable place full of hatred, suffering, and trans-genders. to make up for it, he created gays, black people, koreans, and christians for us to make fun of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8187541590976293037-5417393853329383569?l=johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UGm26L7axbg/R3cw9fwnR8I/AAAAAAAAACU/vyk-ijqebPs/S220/748498949l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8187541590976293037.post-6297091081335262798</id><published>2010-08-23T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T05:33:27.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Hostage Crisis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Here's a YM conversation about the recent hostage drama in Roxas Boulevard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Me: Medyo nakakahiya maging Pilipino ngayon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;friend: why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Me: hostage drama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;friend: blaming the mendoza guy too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Me: olatz pulis natin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Me: tapos ang babaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Me: nakakahiya,daming nadeads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;friend: hehe. mas naaawa ako dun sa nanghostage. gusto ko maintindihan story nya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Me: psycho bastard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Me: i bet his mom never gave him attention when he was a kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Me: i bet he was fat as a kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Me: and got bullied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Me: i bet he use to kill animals when he was 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;friend is typing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;friend: i'm sorry, i will not talk to you about this if you talk about the guy like that. you know what? criminals may be "evil," but it's not entirely their fault, so i don't think anyone has the right to bash them. pare-pareho tayong may problema. siguro sila yung sasabihin nating hindi marunong magdala. but we can't really tell. i can't tell. hindi pa ako nalagay sa sitwasyon nya. i refuse to judge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Friend has signed out. (8/23/2010 9:47 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Me: lahat nga tayo nagkakaproblema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Me: but if you cross the line, you cross the line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Me: there is such thing as right and wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Me: oo, nasasapagdala yun. and it makes a big difference. at least 5 people are dead because he cannot contain his problem, and now matter what the fuck his problem is, he will always be answerable to the consequences of his actions. because it's plain wrong and stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Me: no way to justify that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Me: it's torture to keep yourself in control when you feel like you're almost at the edge, but you have to. it's a categorical imperative that you do, for the greater good. if you fail. if you lose control. if you flip. suffer the consquences. you will be judge solely by your choices. not by what happened in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8187541590976293037-6297091081335262798?l=johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com/feeds/6297091081335262798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8187541590976293037&amp;postID=6297091081335262798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187541590976293037/posts/default/6297091081335262798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187541590976293037/posts/default/6297091081335262798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com/2010/08/on-hostage-crisis.html' title='On the Hostage Crisis'/><author><name>Mr. Poquiz is out there</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301043913757720727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UGm26L7axbg/R3cw9fwnR8I/AAAAAAAAACU/vyk-ijqebPs/S220/748498949l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8187541590976293037.post-212689944603858780</id><published>2009-08-08T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T05:32:49.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if i were to make a mixed tape, here's the line up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;here's the list of songs i've been listening to the past couple of weeks. my music player is an iPod shuffle so basically, i listen to those songs in no particular order. i intentionally limited the number of Air Supply songs to one. doctor's prescription.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's always a woman to me - Billy Joel&lt;br /&gt;For No One - the Beatles&lt;br /&gt;Nogweigian Wood - the Beatles&lt;br /&gt;Walts #2 - Elliot Smith&lt;br /&gt;Fade Away - Sugarfree&lt;br /&gt;I have to say I love you in a song - Jim Croce&lt;br /&gt;Eleanor Rigby - the Beatles&lt;br /&gt;Piazza New York Catcher - Belle and Sebastian&lt;br /&gt;Between the Bars - Elliot Smith&lt;br /&gt;Landslide - the Smashing Pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;Burn Out - Sugarfree&lt;br /&gt;Sampaguita - Yano&lt;br /&gt;Summer Romance - Incubus&lt;br /&gt;Everything Reminds Me of Her - Elliot Smith&lt;br /&gt;Even the nights are better - Air Supply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8187541590976293037-212689944603858780?l=johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com/feeds/212689944603858780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8187541590976293037&amp;postID=212689944603858780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187541590976293037/posts/default/212689944603858780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187541590976293037/posts/default/212689944603858780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-i-were-to-make-mixed-tape-heres-line.html' title='if i were to make a mixed tape, here&apos;s the line up'/><author><name>Mr. Poquiz is out there</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301043913757720727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UGm26L7axbg/R3cw9fwnR8I/AAAAAAAAACU/vyk-ijqebPs/S220/748498949l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8187541590976293037.post-668612162040116087</id><published>2009-03-10T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T12:08:33.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisyphus, again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;I reread Albert Camus, his work The Myth of Sisyphus. Originally, I thought Camus was really brilliant coming up with that interpretation. But just recently, I’m beginning to change my views on the subject. Here’s a brief background on the myth. If you already know the story skip the preceding sentences and jump to the next paragraph, but for those who don't, carry on. In Greek mythology, he was the Smart Alek who made a mockery out of Hades several time (just google the details). Sisyphus was convicted of “crimes against the gods” and was condemned to eternal labor. His punishment was to push a boulder up a mountain, and whenever he would come close to the top, the boulder would slip his grasps and the damn thing would come rolling down again. His punishment is eternal frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camus said that the Gods wanted to see Sisyphus beg on knees to ask them for their aid. But according to Camus, Sisyphus is not the type who would have his pride trampled that easily. The titan would rather be eternally frustrated than to live the rest of forever with a shattered ego. Sisyphus knows (or at least has an idea) that pushing the boulder up the hill is really an impossible task, but he couldn’t care less. The only thing keeping him going is the program in his mind telling him to continue pushing. That he might succeed despite the small possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisyphus would learn to enjoy his predicament, thinking that everything is about trying. Life is about pushing. Senseless labor isn’t entirely senseless if do your best, or something to that effect. The glory in attempt. Smile once the boulder reached the highest t could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if what Sisyphus really wants is for the Gods to pity him? Surely, his ego is too though to give up, but if the Gods offered to cut him some slack, I doubt he would refuse the offer. Everything is a means to an end. Of course that would make Sisyphus a hypocrite.  If that was to be the case, wouldn’t that reduce the earlier interpretation of life to mere arrogance? I doubt that the Gods would give humanity amnesty from our earthly and seemingly senseless labor under the sun. No matter how much we beg or plead. The most we can do is to justify senseless labor with the hypocrisy of glory in attempt. Who would want to smile at project unfinished anyway?&lt;br /&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/8187541590976293037-668612162040116087?l=johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com/feeds/668612162040116087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8187541590976293037&amp;postID=668612162040116087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187541590976293037/posts/default/668612162040116087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187541590976293037/posts/default/668612162040116087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com/2009/03/sisyphus-again.html' title='Sisyphus, again?'/><author><name>Mr. Poquiz is out there</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301043913757720727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UGm26L7axbg/R3cw9fwnR8I/AAAAAAAAACU/vyk-ijqebPs/S220/748498949l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8187541590976293037.post-8805082848307528872</id><published>2009-01-25T03:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T03:38:31.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>random things about me now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;I find it weird. Everything below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    I miss my bestfriend&lt;br /&gt;•    I’m having a hard time sleeping at night&lt;br /&gt;•    I read more math books now than poetry books&lt;br /&gt;•    I’m having a hard time writing&lt;br /&gt;•    I get anxiety attacks more often&lt;br /&gt;•    I can lock myself in my room for a whole day, going out only to eat and urinate&lt;br /&gt;•    I stay up every night until 3am&lt;br /&gt;•    I prefer not think that I’m depress, because I see no logical reason for that&lt;br /&gt;•    I prefer not to think that I’m denying that I’m depress, if I am, I would know&lt;br /&gt;•    I miss my bestfriend&lt;br /&gt;•    I watch a lot of cartoons lately&lt;br /&gt;•    I still want to go back to the Taekwondo team&lt;br /&gt;•    I drink a lot of tea&lt;br /&gt;•    I eat a lot&lt;br /&gt;•    I don’t like my dreams&lt;br /&gt;•    It’s been one and a half year since my bestfriend last talked to me and it’s killing me&lt;br /&gt;•    I like really this certain girl. I enjoy talking and being with her. But she scares me. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;•    I don’t enjoy the things I use to do: reading magazines, dvd hunting, etc&lt;br /&gt;•    I spend a lot of time sleeping&lt;br /&gt;•    I prefer to avoid reading psychology books&lt;br /&gt;•    I don’t enjoy the company of my friends the way I use to. I meant that with no offence. Really&lt;br /&gt;•     I don’t drink alcohol anymore. (maybe everything is due to withdrawal)&lt;br /&gt;•    I procrastinate a lot&lt;br /&gt;•    I like Hunter Thomson more than I like Tom Wolfe now&lt;br /&gt;•    I prefer to be secretive. (so not me)&lt;br /&gt;•    I spend a lot of time reading Wikipedia entries&lt;br /&gt;•    I haven’t played sports in a long while. (kahit lagi akong niyaya magbasket ng tropa ko)&lt;br /&gt;•    I feel tired all the time&lt;br /&gt;•    I’m trying to learn to play the piano&lt;br /&gt;•    I feel sad that I can’t bully anyone in grad school. I use to pick on my dork classmates in college and high school&lt;br /&gt;•    I don’t like Marxist ideologies the way I use to&lt;br /&gt;•    I hesitate a lot before doing anything. This I hate about myself now, because it makes me miss a lot of opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;•    I watch a lot of old movies&lt;br /&gt;•    I’m confused with the way I want my poetry to look like&lt;br /&gt;•    I spent a lot of time in YM&lt;br /&gt;•    I miss my athletic old self&lt;br /&gt;•    I spend a lot of time in Multiply&lt;br /&gt;•    I think Facebook is for robots&lt;br /&gt;•    I think I know why Marx was wrong&lt;br /&gt;•    I like my studies but I’m having a hard time financing my education&lt;br /&gt;•    I miss my old muscular built. Promise. There was a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;•    I will shoot anyone who will say and think that im emo. Not kiding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &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/8187541590976293037-8805082848307528872?l=johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com/feeds/8805082848307528872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8187541590976293037&amp;postID=8805082848307528872' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187541590976293037/posts/default/8805082848307528872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187541590976293037/posts/default/8805082848307528872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-things-about-me-now.html' title='random things about me now'/><author><name>Mr. Poquiz is out there</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301043913757720727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UGm26L7axbg/R3cw9fwnR8I/AAAAAAAAACU/vyk-ijqebPs/S220/748498949l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8187541590976293037.post-3830757253917442121</id><published>2008-12-25T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T04:46:41.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avatar Live Action</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Finally, the cast for the Avatar live action is out. Entertainment Weekly is reported that M. Night Shyamalan has picked some of the cast for his upcoming film, The Last Airbender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what we know about the cast so far:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Noah Ringer, a karate star chosen from an open casting call in Texas will play Aang, the central character (Aang) of the story. Aang is the last of his tribe and the story follows him as he and his companions travel the world in search of trainers to teach him to master the four elements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nicola Peltz will play Katara of the Southern water tribe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jackson Rathbone of recent &lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt; fame will play Katara’s brother, Sokka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jesse McCartney, the young singer, is currently in negotiations to play Zuko, the exiled prince of the Fire Nation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;IMDB.com wrote: "The story follows the adventures of the successor to a long line of Avatars who must put aside his irresponsible ways and stop the Fire Nation from enslaving the Water, Earth and Air nations."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an interview with the creators regarding the movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dBiGRraX3Fs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dBiGRraX3Fs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the real trailer, pero ang linis ng pagkakagawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-g0pAIIRDsQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-g0pAIIRDsQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, here's an interesting home-made video clip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EWAMbfJnqbA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EWAMbfJnqbA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8187541590976293037-3830757253917442121?l=johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com/feeds/3830757253917442121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8187541590976293037&amp;postID=3830757253917442121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187541590976293037/posts/default/3830757253917442121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187541590976293037/posts/default/3830757253917442121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com/2008/12/avatar-live-action.html' title='Avatar Live Action'/><author><name>Mr. Poquiz is out there</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301043913757720727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UGm26L7axbg/R3cw9fwnR8I/AAAAAAAAACU/vyk-ijqebPs/S220/748498949l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8187541590976293037.post-8066666784128221062</id><published>2008-12-10T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:39:32.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad State</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;College attrition a staggering 50%&lt;br /&gt;Metro Manila enrollment on 10-year slide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Despite the effort of 8 million Filipinos toiling abroad to send their children to school, the number of college students enrolled in Metro Manila has been steadily dropping in the past 10 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:GoudyOlSt BT;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;From 371,000 college students tallied by the Commission on Higher Education in 1998, the number dropped 10 percent to 331,000 this school year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:GoudyOlSt BT;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;While the lower number could be a result of more colleges being put up in the provinces, CHED officials themselves say it is lack of money that keep the youth out of school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:GoudyOlSt BT;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There is also a perceived trend that students drop after the second year in college to go to work as agents in call centers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:GoudyOlSt BT;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Considering that population growth has been steady at three percent per year in the past decade, the number of students, at the very least should have gone up that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:GoudyOlSt BT;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Using population growth as gauge, the number of college students by this year should have reached 480,000 meaning 150,000 students or close to half of those enrolled fell down the cracks, out of school and forced to work and deprived of chance to get college education.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:GoudyOlSt BT;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lawyer Julito Vitriolo, OIC of the Executive Director’s Office of CHED, said there would be less enrollees in the next few years as a result of the weakening economy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:GoudyOlSt BT;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Considering that growth last year was at a 30-year peak, yet enrollment dropped, schools are bracing for worse times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:GoudyOlSt BT;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Parents, he said, cannot afford tuition of private schools, resulting in the exodus from private to cheaper schools or state colleges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:GoudyOlSt BT;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"A lot of students have transferred to PUP and TUP, because the tuition is much cheaper there", Vitriolo said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:GoudyOlSt BT;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PUP enrollees have risen from 29,667 in 1998 to 33,593 this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:GoudyOlSt BT;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;In contrast, Centro Escolar Univeristy’s students dropped from 27,370 in 1998 to 14,702 this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:GoudyOlSt BT;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Adamson University where tuition is cheaper, registered a 27 percent growth in enrolment to 19, 967 from the previous academic year, 15,686.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:GoudyOlSt BT;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Arellano University Manila registered a 29 percent growth in enrolment to 9,470 from the previous academic year of 7,318.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:GoudyOlSt BT;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PUP vice president for administrative affairs lawyer Augustus Cesar said the state university has more enrollees that their facilities can accommodate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:GoudyOlSt BT;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;" We don’t even know what to do with them," Cesar said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:GoudyOlSt BT;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cesar said CHED is asking Congress to increase PUP’s budget. He said PUP needs P1.8 billion, less than one percent of the total education budget of P181 billion and only half of the P3.2 billion budget of the Technical Education and Skills Development Authority.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:GoudyOlSt BT;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;State colleges complain that in comparison with other Asian countries, the Philippines is only allocating education 2.5 percent of its gross domestic product (GDP), compared to Malaysia 6.2 percent, Brunei 3.7 percent, Indonesia 3.6 percent, Singapore 3.1 percent and Thailand 4.2 percent. GDP is the total value of goods and services produced in a country in a year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:GoudyOlSt BT;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Meanwhile UST registrar Rodolfo Clavio, said that UST has been able to maintain the number of its students.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:GoudyOlSt BT;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Clavio expects other schools whose students are supported by OFW money to bear the brunt of the crisis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:GoudyOlSt BT;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;He said that the expected fall in remittances from OFW parents could, in the coming years, translate to a decline in enrolment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" face="verdana" align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:GoudyOlSt BT;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"A lot of our students here in UST have OFW parents. Since these students are partially dependent on OFW remittances, a decrease in remittances would result into a decrease in enrolment," Clavio said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lifted from Malaya)&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/8187541590976293037-8066666784128221062?l=johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com/feeds/8066666784128221062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8187541590976293037&amp;postID=8066666784128221062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187541590976293037/posts/default/8066666784128221062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187541590976293037/posts/default/8066666784128221062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com/2008/12/sad-state.html' title='Sad State'/><author><name>Mr. Poquiz is out there</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301043913757720727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UGm26L7axbg/R3cw9fwnR8I/AAAAAAAAACU/vyk-ijqebPs/S220/748498949l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8187541590976293037.post-1498133738999222130</id><published>2008-05-05T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T00:37:27.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There are Cooler ways to Die</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When your doctor says that smoking is bad for you, he’s not to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; referring to your health. There are a lot to be considered when making an exit to the only world you know, and this includes your finesse in making your exit. Death by lung cancer isn’t something that you can brag about to the people in the afterlife. When he suggests that you take a nicotine gums in place of a cigarette stick in your systems rituals, you'd better take his advice. Here are some of the coolest ways to kick the bucket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;Get shot at.&lt;/b&gt; Now this is something to brag about to the netherworld people. When you get shot, there would always be a story to tell.&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;People, or dead people, would be demanding for the details: who shot you, where did it happen, what happened to the killer, and most importantly, why did you get shot? Death by bullet is always something that you can share to the people who are interested. Whether it’s a simple mugging incident, or a massacre, or an assassination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;Terrorist bombing. &lt;/b&gt;This way, at least you get to be a part of history. When multitudes die because of terrorist attack, the whole world cries for them. I’m sure you would want the Pope to hold a prayer vigil for your departure to the afterlife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;The electric chair. &lt;/b&gt;Now this suggest that you really did something cool before you made your exit. When you’re sentenced with capital punishment it means that you were able to experience something other people dared not to even think about. The only thing that sucks is the fact that you got caught.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;Hazing. &lt;/b&gt;This is another scenario when the world weeps for your death. After  you die from hazing, there would be street protests, signature campaigns, and your family will have numerous television appearances. Your death will mean something. Hypothetically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STD.&lt;/span&gt; This is self explanatory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;Old age and happy. &lt;/b&gt;This is probably the most desired. To die at seventy with your grandchildren cooking you breakfast every morning. You die at peace. In a rocking chair. You recall the stupid things you have done, the stupid people you dated, your sexcapades, your nagging old boss who’s is dead now, your stupid college professors making you do stupid projects. Here you get to summarize. You die on the sofa, holding a newspaper, with cup of coffee in front of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;Of Course suicide (death by choice). &lt;/b&gt;Of course when you think that the rest of your life is a wreck, and there is no chance for a better future, you can always die at you own hands. You can be creative while you’re at it too. It can be in the form of the traditional Judas’ hangman, or as creative as Sylvia Plath’s head-in-an-oven. Whatever the form you choose, it will always be a statement. The fun part here is you can blame the whole world for your wrecked life using a small note you leave next to your body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Smoking limits your chances of you making a grand exit. You would want your grandchildren to remember you for something that doesn’t involve your system breaking down due to organ failure. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8187541590976293037-1498133738999222130?l=johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com/feeds/1498133738999222130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8187541590976293037&amp;postID=1498133738999222130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187541590976293037/posts/default/1498133738999222130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187541590976293037/posts/default/1498133738999222130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com/2008/05/there-are-cooler-ways-to-die.html' title='There are Cooler ways to Die'/><author><name>Mr. Poquiz is out there</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301043913757720727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UGm26L7axbg/R3cw9fwnR8I/AAAAAAAAACU/vyk-ijqebPs/S220/748498949l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8187541590976293037.post-183521554443025470</id><published>2008-05-01T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T09:14:22.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Article</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;     Child dies as parents play WoW   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt;      &lt;strong&gt;                         News&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.eurogamer.net/archive.php?author=100" class="eurogamer-author"&gt;Ellie Gibson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;20 June, 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="copy"&gt;           &lt;div class=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A Korean husband and wife are facing criminal charges after their baby daughter died when they left her alone in order to play World of Warcraft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;According to news site Chosun, police say the parents left their four month-old child alone in a bedroom while they went to play the MMORPG at a local Internet cafe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When they returned five hours later, the baby was lying on her stomach and had died of suffocation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"We were thinking of playing for just an hour or two and returning home like usual, but the game took longer that day," the couple is reported as saying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Following a police investigation, the husband and wife will be required to defend their actions in court.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"It's unfortunate, because the tragedy could have been averted if the couple had just left their daughter with Yu's mother-in-law, who lived upstairs from them," said police.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"We booked the pair on criminal charges, judging that when you consider the situation, they were responsible for their daughter's death."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;URL: http://www.eurogamer.net/article.php?article_id=59697&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8187541590976293037-183521554443025470?l=johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com/feeds/183521554443025470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8187541590976293037&amp;postID=183521554443025470' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187541590976293037/posts/default/183521554443025470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187541590976293037/posts/default/183521554443025470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com/2008/05/weird-article.html' title='Weird Article'/><author><name>Mr. Poquiz is out there</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301043913757720727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UGm26L7axbg/R3cw9fwnR8I/AAAAAAAAACU/vyk-ijqebPs/S220/748498949l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8187541590976293037.post-3217693800067173013</id><published>2007-12-26T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T22:51:46.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Things I Learned in College</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;1. If you want to date one of your bloc mates, think twice before you even make a move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;2. Marriage and the Family is the most depressing subject in the universe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;3. Land Reform and Taxation is second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;4. Don’t argue with people who are a lot older than you. It’s not that you might be wrong, just don’t. Save your energy for something more productive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;5. For some people, the number achievement that you put in resumé is inversely proportional to the number of character references.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;6. Talent is an advantage in the student council elections. I repeat—talent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;7. If ever you’re dating your thesis partner, never, under any circumstances, break up with him or her in the middle of the school year. Trust me on this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;8. Some professors will appreciate it if you recite and get good grades in your quizzes; others prefer a cake from Red Ribbon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;9. The blogosphere is not a safe place to pour in your rantings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;10. What is wrong with the world? Nobody wants to find solutions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;11. Join as much organizations as you want during your freshman and sophomore years. Enjoy your free time while you still have them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;12. If you have something to say about the faculty or the administration don’t post it on the freedom board. Instead, write it on your desk. A lot of people would read it, and it will not hinder you from getting a diploma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;13. Avoid that fire extinguisher inside the AB organization room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;14. If you think that your professor is gay, don’t tell anyone until you’re sure. You might be wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;15. When you cheat on an exam, do it with finesse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;16. Live a clean and healthy lifestyle. Sex, drugs, and rock ‘n roll is overrated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;17. Sad reality: &lt;i&gt;“Talo ng masipag ang magaling.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;18. Tuition increase is an inevitable phenomenon in the universe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;19. Community service feels good, if you’re normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;20. A good grasp of algebra might save your life someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;21. If you’re friends with the campus guards, you’re already untouchable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;22. It pays to bring an umbrella everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;23. Take a personality test in the guidance office at least one. You will really appreciate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;24. What is a bad girlfriend? It is anything that occupies personal space and has weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;25. You only have four years to actually contribute to society as a part of the academe (unless, of course, you peruse graduate studies or you decide to teach). Do what you can while you still have time to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8187541590976293037-3217693800067173013?l=johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com/feeds/3217693800067173013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8187541590976293037&amp;postID=3217693800067173013' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187541590976293037/posts/default/3217693800067173013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187541590976293037/posts/default/3217693800067173013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com/2007/12/30-things-that-i-learned-in-college.html' title='25 Things I Learned in College'/><author><name>Mr. Poquiz is out there</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301043913757720727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UGm26L7axbg/R3cw9fwnR8I/AAAAAAAAACU/vyk-ijqebPs/S220/748498949l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8187541590976293037.post-2342349202209424379</id><published>2007-11-16T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T23:11:47.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who said that there are no Shortcuts in Life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="verdana" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;Who said that there are no Shortcuts in Life&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 2.0  (Linux)"&gt;&lt;meta name="AUTHOR" content="POQUIZ"&gt;&lt;meta name="CREATED" content="20071118;1150000"&gt;&lt;meta name="CHANGEDBY" content="Bruno De Maguiba"&gt;&lt;meta name="CHANGED" content="20071120;4320000"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;!--   @page { size: 8.5in 11in; margin: 0.79in }   P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the Philippines, you can cut the cost of everything: A digital camera usually costing around eight to ten thousand pesos can be bought here at a very low price of three thousand pesos, and sometimes even lower. It’s just a matter knowing where to look. Here, you don’t need to be filthy rich to buy a camera, nor do you need huge amounts of money for a cellphone. You don’t even need to do research for your thesis; neither do you need to do a thesis to get a grade. You don’t need to get married to have marriage contract; learn how to drive to get a license; and if four years is too long for you—you don’t even need to attend a single class to get yourself a diploma. We always find a way to make life easy for us. I’m not saying that this is something that we should be proud of. My point is, in reality they exist—and we are letting them because we want them there just in case we need them. We always want to find the quickest way out. Even if it involves cutting the process short, or scrap it totally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why bother spending mountains of cash for education. The only thing you want in the end is a mealy piece of paper you call a diploma. And if you go to places like Recto, you will learn that 1000 pesos is a small price to pay for a document verifying four years of college education. “It’s just like the real thing,” said a woman who wants to be addressed only with the alias Aling Lucy. “No one will suspect the difference. Only a handful can tell that it’s fake.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aling Lucy used to peddle bananacues and rice cakes on V. Mapa, earning four to five hundred pesos per day. Life was really hard for her then—living out of an amount barely enough to pay the rent. Three years ago, a friend tagged her along to join her business in Recto: selling unauthentic documents such as marriage contracts, transcripts of records, diplomas, certifications of employment, and even school ID’s and driver’s license. “It’s illegal,” she said “But it brings dinner to the table.” Now, she earns around 500 to 1000 pesos a day, not bad according to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She sits on a high chair facing a table with documents laminated on all over it. She would list down on her notebook, her customers’ name and what they want. The customer is then asked to return and claim whatever it is he/she ordered. The order is then sent to a place she called “the house.” According to her, the house is heart of the operation. It is where the layout and printing is taken place. Aling Lucy has no hands on the layout. She’s just there to take orders from customers. There are people in the house tasked to do the technical stuff. The house takes 50 percent of income.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 115%;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes students would come to us asking us make receipts for their enrolment. We would add around 1000 to 2000 pesos to total amount in the receipt. We would ask them to pay only 200 to 150 pesos. So they would earn more than a thousand bucks from their parents.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The output is very realistic. If there would be anything dubious about their products, Aling Lucy said that it’s only the color and signature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, her business is illegal but nobody seems to care. All of her operations are done in broad daylight, at plain sight of everyone on the street. She would open her stand at nine in the morning and close at five. Even police officers rarely mind setup. There would be raids from time to time, which set the whole street to panic state. But even the law is not something money can’t buy. “Police raids would often send the people here running, but they are easy to get rid of. Two hundred to five hundred pesos are enough to buy off the officials,” Aling Lucy said. “The pay offs depend on the rank of the officer,” she added. Three hundred is already too much for a rooky, but sometime 2000 pesos is not enough for a police chief. Nonetheless, Aling Lucy said that it is still a price to considering how she gets from her business at the end of the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Prices of her items range 200 to 3000 pesos. Grade sheets usually cost 200 pesos, and a diploma costs around 1000 pesos to 3000 pesos, depending on the prestige of the school. Aling Lucy said that the computerization of the schools is making her job a lot easier. Transcripts are now easier to fake. The process of replication is now faster because of new technology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In some days, she would be able to entice 25 customers. But more often, three to five are all that the day can offer. It’s a tough job. Everyday she puts her life on the line, but who can blame her—it’s easy money.  Besides, the world is tolerating her existence. Basic economics: the supply wouldn’t be there if the demand is not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8187541590976293037-2342349202209424379?l=johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com/feeds/2342349202209424379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8187541590976293037&amp;postID=2342349202209424379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187541590976293037/posts/default/2342349202209424379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187541590976293037/posts/default/2342349202209424379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com/2007/11/who-said-that-there-are-no-shortcuts-in.html' title='Who said that there are no Shortcuts in Life?'/><author><name>Mr. Poquiz is out there</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301043913757720727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UGm26L7axbg/R3cw9fwnR8I/AAAAAAAAACU/vyk-ijqebPs/S220/748498949l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8187541590976293037.post-868210872696331985</id><published>2007-11-15T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T18:29:45.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>World Domination</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Check this out:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://poquiz.net"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;poquiz.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This could mean only one thing: I am not alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8187541590976293037-868210872696331985?l=johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com/feeds/868210872696331985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8187541590976293037&amp;postID=868210872696331985' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187541590976293037/posts/default/868210872696331985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187541590976293037/posts/default/868210872696331985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com/2007/11/world-domination.html' title='World Domination'/><author><name>Mr. Poquiz is out there</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301043913757720727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UGm26L7axbg/R3cw9fwnR8I/AAAAAAAAACU/vyk-ijqebPs/S220/748498949l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8187541590976293037.post-6577565594529405084</id><published>2007-11-05T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T01:28:02.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extra-Dimensional Force: The Consciousness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I can't sleep so forgive for this madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Physicist Freeman Dyson said “The more I examine the Universe and the details of its architecture, the more evidence I find that the Universe is, in some sense, must have known we were coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;.” This one the freakiest thing I've ever heard. And I'm beggining to think that he's right. I'm not going to talk about God or anything in the same level, rather I realize that whatever it is that we assume to be him, could be just an element of the physical world, which we cannot experience in full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientist think that we live in higher dimensional world. They say that it's possible that the other dimensions (apart from the three or four that we know about) have collapsed into something that is really really small. Kind of like a dwarf sister of the big world that we live in. Now what if, these dimensions aren't really beyond our world but we face them every day, we just cant experience them. Experience requires the consciousness to acknowledge the presence of an object. If out mind is limited to process only those with three dimensions then even if we are faced with something that is extra-dimensional, then we wouldn't know about its existence. Snakes couldn't know about the existence of sound because they don't have ears, therefore they can't experience it. Maybe for us it's the same. We can't know about higher dimensions because we are not equipped with the right physiology to experience it. Maybe it's not about the absence of sensation, but it could be that our minds just can't process it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plato said in his allegory of the cave that it is possible to experience a higher form of reality. You could go out of the cave (the reality which you are familiar of) for a certain period of time, make an observation, go back to the cave, tell the people what you saw, and make fool out of yourself. How can this be possible if our perception is only limited to three dimensions? Maybe the answer lies withing the nature of consciousness itself. I have theory that the mind is an extra-dimensional force that is necessary in the universe. Say what? I mean that the human consciousness is a part of this interaction of forces, and that the reason why the universe seem to be tailor-made for man is because man's cognizance is a necessary force in the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantum theory says the existence and properties of all objects are dependent on an observer acknowledging the presence (or properties) of that object. The position of a particular particle depends on how a scientist with very huge microscopes (google the uncertainty principle of quantum mechanics) would measure it. Man needs to be in the universe to observe the universe. And everything, like the sun, oxygen, water, were placed in the world so that it could be hospitable for an observer. What's worrying is that the universe is like providing man with the predicaments so that it would have sense of what to observe. It could be argued that the purpose of the earth revolving around the sun, the moon revolving around the earth, the earth spinning, and the earth being tilted, is to give us a sense time. Day and night gives us the idea that moments pass by, and the seasons give us an awareness of cycles, and so on. We are now able to observe a fourth dimension (time) through its manifestations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really sure if I'm making sense right now. Well, at least I got it out of my system.&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/8187541590976293037-6577565594529405084?l=johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com/feeds/6577565594529405084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8187541590976293037&amp;postID=6577565594529405084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187541590976293037/posts/default/6577565594529405084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187541590976293037/posts/default/6577565594529405084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com/2007/11/extra-dimensional-forcethe.html' title='Extra-Dimensional Force: The Consciousness'/><author><name>Mr. Poquiz is out there</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301043913757720727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UGm26L7axbg/R3cw9fwnR8I/AAAAAAAAACU/vyk-ijqebPs/S220/748498949l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8187541590976293037.post-6358297845188426554</id><published>2007-11-04T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T14:39:11.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Choice of Sisyphus</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There's something that's been bothering me for the past few months. It's the guy named Sisyphus. If you already know the story skip the preceding sentences and jump to the next paragraph, but for those who don't, carry on.  In Greek mythology, he was the Smart Alek who made a mockery out of Hades several time (just google the details). Sisyphus was convicted of “crimes against the gods” and was condemned to eternal labor. His punishment was to push a boulder up a mountain, and whenever he would come close to the top, the boulder would slip his grasps and the damn thing would come rolling down again. Talk about eternal frustration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Here's the thing that's bothering me: what if Sisyphus suddenly decides  not to push the boulder any more? I mean, would it make a difference? Would there be a punishment if ever he fails to comply with the first punishment? What could be could be worse than being frustrated for eternity? If you ask me, I would rather suffer the pain of having my liver eaten every day. Mythology never said that he was bound not choose otherwise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe there is no punishment,” a friend told me. “Once Sisyphus stops, he would have nothing to do. He would get board, then he would push the boulder back up again, just for the heck of it.” We were drink near the takeout  counter of some hotel in Tomas Morato when we had that conversation. I don't think he was already drunk when he said that. But maybe he does have a point. Maybe eternal boredom is a far worse punishment than frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8187541590976293037-6358297845188426554?l=johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com/feeds/6358297845188426554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8187541590976293037&amp;postID=6358297845188426554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187541590976293037/posts/default/6358297845188426554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187541590976293037/posts/default/6358297845188426554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com/2007/11/choice-of-sisyphus.html' title='The Choice of Sisyphus'/><author><name>Mr. Poquiz is out there</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301043913757720727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UGm26L7axbg/R3cw9fwnR8I/AAAAAAAAACU/vyk-ijqebPs/S220/748498949l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8187541590976293037.post-3039049710102120048</id><published>2007-08-22T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T23:03:55.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Become a Filipino Superhero The Easy Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;For those of you who were born without superpowers, I tell you, it’s easy. All you need is a good heart, a chaotic society, and a cosmic entity from space to grant you amazing abilities. Mars Ravelo, one of the most popular comic book creator in the archipelago, made the formula as idiot friendly as possible. This guide will discuss comprehensively, all the essential elements of superhuman crime fighting using the two most popular creations of Ravelo namely, Darna and Captain Barbell, as references.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Wait for a cosmic entity&lt;/span&gt;. Probably the most important element in becoming a superhero is superpowers. It is also the most desired. Everybody wants to fly. Everybody wants to read minds. Everybody wants superhuman strength so that you can beat the hell out that old professor of yours who flunked you in your chemistry class in high school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bad luck to most us, because superpowers can never be generated on this earth. When I say not on this earth, I mean not something science can produce or explain. If you observe carefully the superheroes of mainstream, western comic books such as DC and Marvel, you would notice that almost all sources of superhuman abilities in their fantasy world are grounded on science, one way or the other. Spiderman’s high-jumping, web-slinging, fast-moving fetes were all caused by a radioactive-spider bite. The unstable molecular structure of the spider’s venom caused the teenager’s DNA to undergo genetic transformation. The X-Men were all unfortunate victims of mutation, a common occurrence in nature, wherein an offspring acquires traits that are not physically dominant in both parents. Superman is complex being from the planet Krypton, whose genetic structure allows him to use our sun’s light to grant him enhanced ability’s (like a human solar panel).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Darna, the earliest creation among the two, was granted super abilities, by a white stone that fell from space. Narda, the mortal identity of Darna, had to swallow the rock and shout the magic word in order for her to transform into the super-heroine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When the Narda first appeared in &lt;i&gt;Bulaklak Magazine&lt;/i&gt;, Volume 4, #17 she had to shout a different name. Before, the name of the superwoman that emerged after swallowing the stone was Varga. The story line was basically the same. Ravelo had issues with the editors of &lt;i&gt;Bulaklak &lt;/i&gt;and resigned form the publication&lt;i&gt;, &lt;/i&gt;said the comic book creator’s daughter Rita Ravelo-Dela Cruz in an interview. After quitting from the magazine, Ravelo signed-up with Pilipino Komiks where he released, for the first time, Darna, as we know her today in Pilipino Komiks # 77. In contras with some notions regarding the name of the character, Dela Cruz said that the name “Darna” didn’t came from the popular children’s story “Ibong Adarna.” It is only Narda spelled backwards. According to Dela Cruz, Ravelo got the name from his childhood playmate Leonarda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Captain Barbell has a more mystifying origin of superpowers. In the original comic version and the 1965 movie (played by Herbert Bautista and Edu Monsano), Teng-Teng, a skinny, kind hearted member of the lower class, was given a barbell by an old hermit. The hermit was a mysterious man who was never identified in both the comics and in the movie. Teng had to lift the barbell and shout “Captain Barbell” in order to transform into the muscular champion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In the 2003 movie played by Ogie Alcasid (Teng) and Bong Revilla (Capt. Barbell), the barbell came from space (like Darna’s white stone). It crash landed to earth and was buried underground for centuries waiting for the right person to pick it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In the two series, the devices which granted the characters superpowers were magical. No logic could explain the origin of both the white stone and the barbell. Magic became an easy escape route for Ravelo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;GMA Networks tried to tie the logical lose ends of the Ravelo characters. The modern adaptations CB gave the storyline a dose of science fiction. In the 2005 television series, Potencion Magtanggol or Teng, played by Richard Gutierrez, is a superhuman mutant form the future. He was sent to the past to escape the clutches of the evil General. Likewise, the barbell too came from the future, but unlike the device given by the hermit in earlier versions, it contained no magic. The barbell is more of a medallion made out of a special element called Barbanium. The element is a form of radioactive metallic substance that could enhance the abilities of normal human beings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Teng in the TV series already posses super abilities because his bones are complete made out of Barbanium. There is a scene in the first episode, where six-year-old Teng lifted a tractor (just like the young Kal-El in the first movie of Superman) without the barbell being anywhere near him. But this doesn’t mean that he doesn’t need the barbell anything more than costume change. For some reason, his powers are limited. He tends to become weak after using his abilities. The barbell, in this case, serves as a battery, allowing the young crime fighter to use his powers without the fear of his muscles turning into jelly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Have a good heart.&lt;/span&gt; Motivation is overrated. If Peter Parker’s uncle didn’t die of a mugging incident, then Spiderman probably wouldn’t be web slinging in any part of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Manhattan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. Instead, maybe he found a career in wrestling. If Bruce Wayne’s parents weren’t shot by thugs, then the millionaire probably grew up as some middle-aged gambling lord. The characters by Ravelo never had these kinds of motivations. The only driving forced they had was a kind heart that and the willingness to save the word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Both the barbell and white stone had a mind of its own. Both chooses its own barer. The qualification was simple: the heart of the person who yields it must be pure. In CB, the barbell can never be lifted with people with evil intentions. The white stone, likewise, can never be used by people with a mischievous mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Keep your identity a secret&lt;/span&gt;. Just like what Elastagirl said in the Disney movie &lt;i&gt;The Incredibles,&lt;/i&gt; “Protect your secret identity as if it was your most prized possession.” I can only think only of one superhero team whose identities are open to the public they serve, and they’re the Fantastic Four of Marvel Comics. The rest of them seem to treat privacy as if it was money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The whole crime fighting business is all centered on the Judeo-Christian virtue of charity. Or, if you want to be philosophical, you might consider classifying their actions under Emmanuel Kant’s &lt;i&gt;Categorical Imperative&lt;/i&gt;. There is a need for a costume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Superheroes from the west needed create their costumes after they get their superpowers. It’s a separate package. It could be a burden sometimes. When ever there’s villain attacking the town, they would have to go through the trouble of finding secure place for them to make an instant dress-up. Some of found some clever of ways of pulling off the quick costume change. For example, Spiderman wears his spider costume inside his shirt. He only needs to loose the coat put on some gloves and a mask, and then he’s ready for action. Superman’s gimmick is slightly similar but a lot easier. Like Spidey, he wears his costume inside his shirt. The only difference is, he doesn’t need wear a mask. He just takes off his glass, changes his hairstyle, and the Kryptonian is set to fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Those costume changes only takes time. When you’re a Pinoy superhero, you would know that every second counts. In both Darna and CB, the costume goes with the superpower. When Narda swallows the white stone, she instantly transform into the superwoman, costume and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The case is similar with CB. However, in this case, there is more to his transformation than just dress up. When Teng uses the barbell, he transforms into a different person. The thin and petite young man will change into a tall and masculine champion, after shouting the magic word. In the movie version, aside from the guy doing Teng, there would be a separate actor who would play the role of CB. The Teng played by Herbert Bautista transform into Edu Monsano, after lifting the barbell. Ogie Alcasid’s Teng transforms into Bong Revilla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But this change in character doesn’t happen in the TV series. The GMA version is the first incarnation of CB wherein the actor playing Teng and CB is the same. When Richard Gutierrez lifts the barbell, there would only be a change in costume. The transformation resembles that of Darna. The fact that Gutierrez lifts the barbell with his left arm could justify this event. In the Herbert Bautista movie, using your left hand to lift the barbell will neither change your appearance nor will it give you special abilities. But this raises the question, If Richard Gutierrez lifts the barbell with his right arm, will he transform into a more masculine character? The series never cleared this out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Avoid your antithesis&lt;/span&gt;. Bullets, lasers, and atomic weapons beware. Filipino superheroes rarely have weakness. Unlike Superman, who folds at sight of Kryptonite, a Filipino superhero is invulnerable to almost anything. At least, in superhero mode they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Western superheroes usually live their lives hand in hand with their superpowers. Every time they go to the mall to buy food, or go class, or to their day jobs, they know that they are safeguarded by their abilities. A love interest is usually inserted in the plot to give the foreign character a weak point. The emotions, or the “human side,” become the accustomed target for their villains. In Ravelo’s world, the human side is literally the human form. Since Darna and CB are entirely dependent on the stone and the barbell, the time that they turn back into their alter egos becomes a moment of vulnerability for both characters. Whenever Narda goes to the market without the stone, she does that on her own. In some episodes, the villain would usually get the chance to create havoc during the time when the stone is not available.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is a common dialogue for Narda: “Sinusugod ng halimaw ang bayan. Hala naiwan ko yung bato sa bahay. Paano na yan?” Narada would hurry back home to get to the stone but the time she gets there, half the town would have been razed. Sometimes, a friend would come in the nick of time to hand Narda the stone. Kind of like a buzzer beater. All is saved in the last minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The television series of CB added a little twist to the nature of barbells power. Unlike the one in the original comic book, CB here has a weakness. The powers granted by Barnium are not absolute. It can contrasted by another element call “Askobar” short for “Asido Kontra Barnanium.” The so called &lt;i&gt;chemical&lt;/i&gt; is usually in liquid form, but can be crystallized to form an opaque, purple rock, which glows whenever CB would come near it. At a certain radius from the rock, the hero becomes completely vulnerable. His body will also excruciate with pain, making him unable to stand up, or do anything for that matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Know your foreign inspiration.&lt;/span&gt; You can argue all you want but Darna will always be better than Wonder Woman. Dela Cruz claimed that Ravelo never really patterned the Pinoy heroine to hard kicking Amazon. She said the Ravelo wanted to create a female Superman, that’s why he created Darna. During the 1950’s US soldiers brought to the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Philippines&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; comic book series such as Superman and Captain Marvel. These characters inspired Ravelo to create a superhero of his own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When Darna first came out, she can already fly. The Wonder Woman of the 1950’s only possessed superhuman strength and the ability to leap huge distances. Darna, also, never blocked bullets with her armband like Wonder Woman. In the original comic version, she was completely invulnerable. Bullets bounce off her chest like the stunt of superman. It was only until the 1970’s version (played by Vilma Santos), that the arm shielding stunt was executed by the Filipino superwoman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It’s not really that hard to guess as to who inspired Ravelo to create CB. Captain Marvel of DC comics never really got as popular as Superman here in the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Philippines&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, but the character he influence was sold here like hotcakes. For those of you who don’t know CM, he comic book character who first appeared Whiz Comics #2 during the 1940s. The characteristics of this super-powered champion are similar to that of Superman’s. He has the ability to fly at super-sonic speed, lift huge weights without breaking a sweat, he’s invulnerable to anything. But unlike the popular Kryptonian, CM doesn’t need a costume change. His alter ego, Billy Batson, is young boy who was granted special powers by an old hermit. All the kid needs to do is to shout the word “Shazam” then a lightning bolt will transform him into a tall, masculine, adult, with super powers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The similarities between Captain Barbell and Captain Marvel will give you the impression that without a doubt, CB was a rip off of CM. But of course you already had that idea when you took note of the homonymy of their names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" face="verdana" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;***&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just follow the above mentioned and you’ll find yourself in the super-powered crime-fighting business in no time. Ravelo’s formula is simple. In fact it’s so simple, that anyone can become superhero, or a superhero creator, with so little effort.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8187541590976293037-3039049710102120048?l=johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com/feeds/3039049710102120048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8187541590976293037&amp;postID=3039049710102120048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187541590976293037/posts/default/3039049710102120048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187541590976293037/posts/default/3039049710102120048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com/2007/08/how-to-become-filipino-superhero-easy.html' title='How to Become a Filipino Superhero &lt;br&gt;The Easy Way'/><author><name>Mr. Poquiz is out there</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301043913757720727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UGm26L7axbg/R3cw9fwnR8I/AAAAAAAAACU/vyk-ijqebPs/S220/748498949l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8187541590976293037.post-1117817076236400360</id><published>2007-08-21T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T21:24:56.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Nothing can ruin this day! Nothing! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8187541590976293037-1117817076236400360?l=johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com/feeds/1117817076236400360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8187541590976293037&amp;postID=1117817076236400360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187541590976293037/posts/default/1117817076236400360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187541590976293037/posts/default/1117817076236400360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com/2007/08/yeah.html' title='Yeah'/><author><name>Mr. Poquiz is out there</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301043913757720727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UGm26L7axbg/R3cw9fwnR8I/AAAAAAAAACU/vyk-ijqebPs/S220/748498949l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8187541590976293037.post-8901504222481801406</id><published>2007-08-04T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T20:55:22.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waking up is hard to do</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Damn it. I want to be nocturnal again. I’m always so freaking tired at the end of the day. I’m not use to this. Want to feel the joy of staying up the whole night, knowing that half the world is already asleep. I don’t even know why I’m like this now. Maybe it’s the senior stress. Maybe it’s the lack of exercise. Maybe it’s the absence of someone who left me for a reason. I don’t really know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I dozed of really early. I did that on purpose. You see, I can’t really write anything when there are people around me. The living room is not really the ideal place for our computer if you ask me. I had to write this paper for my Ethics class. I know that I can't type a single paragraph knowing that my family members are all around me, awake and living their lives. I usually wait for all them to go to bed until I go down, slither quietly to the computer, and do my thing. But was I was so freaking puffed out. It was only 9 pm and I’m still 600 words away from my paper to be passed at 8 am the following day. I know I had to do something. I know my limitation and I know I can’t force my self to do the paper now or to try and stay awake. I took a very extreme risk. I slept. I set my alarm at 2:30 am so I had 5 and a half hour to finish the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My alarm went off. Waking up was a struggle. Dawn comforts me like a soft pillow and a nice blanket. I know I need to get up. I went straight to the bath room and stung myself with a cold shower. I took a walk afterwards just to keep myself up. I never expected it to be my best walk ever. Manila seems different two hours before half of its population wakes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to be continued)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8187541590976293037-8901504222481801406?l=johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com/feeds/8901504222481801406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8187541590976293037&amp;postID=8901504222481801406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187541590976293037/posts/default/8901504222481801406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187541590976293037/posts/default/8901504222481801406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com/2007/08/waking-up-is-hard-to-do.html' title='Waking up is hard to do'/><author><name>Mr. Poquiz is out there</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301043913757720727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UGm26L7axbg/R3cw9fwnR8I/AAAAAAAAACU/vyk-ijqebPs/S220/748498949l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8187541590976293037.post-8961883959972708793</id><published>2007-07-19T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T00:55:28.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I got this from the past</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Be a Science Fiction Writer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattypeofwritershouldyoubequiz/sci-fi.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideas are very strange, and people often wonder what planet you're from.&lt;br /&gt;And while you may have some problems being "normal," you'll have no problems writing sci-fi.&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's epic films, important novels, or vivid comics...&lt;br /&gt;Your own little universe could leave an important mark on the world!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattypeofwritershouldyoubequiz/"&gt;What Type of Writer Should You Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8187541590976293037-8961883959972708793?l=johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com/feeds/8961883959972708793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8187541590976293037&amp;postID=8961883959972708793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187541590976293037/posts/default/8961883959972708793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187541590976293037/posts/default/8961883959972708793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-got-this-from-past.html' title='I got this from the past'/><author><name>Mr. Poquiz is out there</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301043913757720727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UGm26L7axbg/R3cw9fwnR8I/AAAAAAAAACU/vyk-ijqebPs/S220/748498949l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8187541590976293037.post-3432268223116461272</id><published>2007-07-19T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T00:57:47.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cock-sucking idiot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Why do you want read about my life? Maybe you're hopping that I would write about something more profound and interesting. Maybe you’re expecting me to review a book, a movie, or a CD. Do you want me to crack a joke? We’ll you aint gonna get none of that fagot. Yeah I’m talking to you. You, who read people’s blogs for pleasure. You, who have nothing anything better to do but sit in front of that damn box of yours. Damn it! Why are you still reading?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8187541590976293037-3432268223116461272?l=johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com/feeds/3432268223116461272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8187541590976293037&amp;postID=3432268223116461272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187541590976293037/posts/default/3432268223116461272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187541590976293037/posts/default/3432268223116461272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com/2007/07/cock-sucking-idiot.html' title='Cock-sucking idiot'/><author><name>Mr. Poquiz is out there</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301043913757720727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UGm26L7axbg/R3cw9fwnR8I/AAAAAAAAACU/vyk-ijqebPs/S220/748498949l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8187541590976293037.post-156110225983833578</id><published>2007-07-15T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T06:20:28.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Hungry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I can’t listen to my music player anymore. My nights are quite. It’s the type of quietness that I can’t stand. You know, the one where you hear some sort buzzing noise coming from all direction. I want to read something just to escape anxiety, but my mind is too clouded to comprehend anything. I want to go out to the streets and just scream. I want to stick my head inside a machine. Eat until I’m full enough to explode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8187541590976293037-156110225983833578?l=johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com/feeds/156110225983833578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8187541590976293037&amp;postID=156110225983833578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187541590976293037/posts/default/156110225983833578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187541590976293037/posts/default/156110225983833578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-hungry.html' title='I&apos;m Hungry'/><author><name>Mr. Poquiz is out there</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301043913757720727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UGm26L7axbg/R3cw9fwnR8I/AAAAAAAAACU/vyk-ijqebPs/S220/748498949l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8187541590976293037.post-3154051774714266169</id><published>2007-06-06T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T10:35:53.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now that that's over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Now that felt really good! Seeing my last post on screen gave me this “happy” sensation. I’ve been depressed these past few weeks. Probably because of the lack of output.  I haven’t written anything good in the last three months. I realized that just recently and thinking about it stings. I was thinking that blogging would be a good exercise. It could help me keep my neurons in shape. Plus, I need an avenue where I can share my useless insights. I hope that this would be a great conversation between the two of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8187541590976293037-3154051774714266169?l=johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com/feeds/3154051774714266169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8187541590976293037&amp;postID=3154051774714266169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187541590976293037/posts/default/3154051774714266169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187541590976293037/posts/default/3154051774714266169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com/2007/06/now-that-thats-over.html' title='Now that that&apos;s over'/><author><name>Mr. Poquiz is out there</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301043913757720727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UGm26L7axbg/R3cw9fwnR8I/AAAAAAAAACU/vyk-ijqebPs/S220/748498949l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8187541590976293037.post-8467748035267120206</id><published>2007-06-06T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T06:32:00.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First the Excuse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Here’s the thing. I don’t really like it when somebody comes to me asking “Bakit hindi mo ina-update yung blog mo?” Yeah, the idea that people actually take time to read the crap that I write is flattering (like a bulldozer), but every time someone asks, it makes me think about how lazy I am. The truth sucks. So, just for future reference I came up with this: thirty reasons why my last post is still X-months-old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I would rather do than to update my blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Read other people’s blog&lt;br /&gt;2. Chat on the phone&lt;br /&gt;3. Do my thesis&lt;br /&gt;4. SMS my ex-girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;5. Wait for a reply (which never comes) from my ex-girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;6. Stalk people on Friendster&lt;br /&gt;7. Window shop&lt;br /&gt;8. take a walk&lt;br /&gt;9. watch porn&lt;br /&gt;10. buy old magazines&lt;br /&gt;11. drink liquid nitrogen&lt;br /&gt;12. read&lt;br /&gt;13. watch TV&lt;br /&gt;14. buy DVDs&lt;br /&gt;15. watch DVDs&lt;br /&gt;16. come up with racist jokes (black humor)&lt;br /&gt;17. come up with sexist jokes (pink humor)&lt;br /&gt;18. brush my teeth&lt;br /&gt;19. eat&lt;br /&gt;20. watch porn&lt;br /&gt;21. listen to the radio&lt;br /&gt;22. chat on the net&lt;br /&gt;23. scratch my balls&lt;br /&gt;24. cook pasta&lt;br /&gt;25. eat pasta&lt;br /&gt;26. pick my nose&lt;br /&gt;27. sleep&lt;br /&gt;28. read the newspaper&lt;br /&gt;29. clean my room&lt;br /&gt;30. wash the dishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on forever but choose not to exaggerate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8187541590976293037-8467748035267120206?l=johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com/feeds/8467748035267120206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8187541590976293037&amp;postID=8467748035267120206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187541590976293037/posts/default/8467748035267120206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187541590976293037/posts/default/8467748035267120206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnlorenzpoquiz.blogspot.com/2007/06/first-excuse.html' title='First the Excuse'/><author><name>Mr. Poquiz is out there</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301043913757720727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UGm26L7axbg/R3cw9fwnR8I/AAAAAAAAACU/vyk-ijqebPs/S220/748498949l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
