<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2236551216085110872</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 05 Oct 2024 02:09:21 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>aesop</category><category>barong</category><category>birds</category><category>boy</category><category>fable</category><category>fairy</category><category>internet</category><category>nature</category><category>reality</category><category>tooth fairy</category><category>trees</category><category>wolf</category><category>yellow vented bulbul</category><title>fil am forum reportER</title><description>The Darkside</description><link>http://filamforumreporter.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Roxy Child)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><xhtml:meta content="noindex" name="robots" xmlns:xhtml="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"/><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2236551216085110872.post-1350151572073072409</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Jun 2008 06:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-10T14:14:45.821+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">aesop</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">boy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fable</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">wolf</category><title>The Boy Who Cried Wolf</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj27QJJ0uO1I4WzQm6urGguSM4tiNxelsHZKV_Oad-Z6eNf5qAcJcu87yfzyE_gwrfQqRGhwtJ5sY2MhZoqqXxjMrswHDYJlO1xYkhzMYRprhbtB3OgZwpru_H52qd6EgxOb0jAyXnp2c/s1600-h/wolf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj27QJJ0uO1I4WzQm6urGguSM4tiNxelsHZKV_Oad-Z6eNf5qAcJcu87yfzyE_gwrfQqRGhwtJ5sY2MhZoqqXxjMrswHDYJlO1xYkhzMYRprhbtB3OgZwpru_H52qd6EgxOb0jAyXnp2c/s400/wolf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210132341269373474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; There once was a shepherd boy who was bored as he sat on the hillside watching the village sheep. To amuse himself he took a great breath and sang out, "Wolf! Wolf! The Wolf is chasing the sheep!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The villagers came running up the hill to help the boy drive the wolf away. But when they arrived at the top of the hill, they found no wolf. The boy laughed at the sight of their angry faces. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; "Don't cry 'wolf', shepherd boy," said the villagers, "when there's no wolf!"  They went grumbling back down the hill. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Later, the boy sang out again, "Wolf! Wolf! The wolf is chasing the sheep!" To his naughty delight, he watched the villagers run up the hill to help him drive the wolf away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; When the villagers saw no wolf they sternly said, "Save your frightened song for when there is really something wrong! Don't cry 'wolf' when there is NO wolf!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; But the boy just grinned and watched them go grumbling down the hill once more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Later, he saw a REAL wolf prowling about his flock. Alarmed, he leaped to his feet and sang out as loudly as he could, "Wolf! Wolf!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; But the villagers thought he was trying to fool them again, and so they didn't come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At sunset, everyone wondered why the shepherd boy hadn't returned to the village with their sheep. They went up the hill to find the boy. They found him weeping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; "There really was a wolf here!  The flock has scattered! I cried out, "Wolf!"  Why didn't you come?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; An old man tried to comfort the boy as they walked back to the village. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"We'll help you look for the lost sheep in the morning," he said, putting his arm around the youth, "Nobody believes a liar...even when he is telling the truth!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.storyarts.org/library/aesops/stories/boy.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Aesop's Fable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://filamforumreporter.blogspot.com/2008/06/boy-who-cried-wolf_10.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roxy Child)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj27QJJ0uO1I4WzQm6urGguSM4tiNxelsHZKV_Oad-Z6eNf5qAcJcu87yfzyE_gwrfQqRGhwtJ5sY2MhZoqqXxjMrswHDYJlO1xYkhzMYRprhbtB3OgZwpru_H52qd6EgxOb0jAyXnp2c/s72-c/wolf.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2236551216085110872.post-5858922375735242660</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Apr 2008 09:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-04T18:00:07.430+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">birds</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nature</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">trees</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">yellow vented bulbul</category><title>Nature and it's Creatures</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;We're quite fortunate that Nature's feathered creatures graced our garden. There's always an abundance of birds flying around. Having our lovebirds adds to the merriment. Especially when the wild birds scavenge our lovebirds food. Twittering and their fluttering keeps our garden alive and interesting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTnfq5FJef3QljfJFw5M2Mjzpx-lNCJNANG5Q23oeWd2p5ih5dVkhtJ4ZKJ8CLCQfxMeQVUkb-02BK7DRXJ2Gj1u32on_v49nb8UIeBFtUgtif8AgVyBA9SWnvz1m7AMyLmv04Bv-jJw8/s1600-h/P3170043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTnfq5FJef3QljfJFw5M2Mjzpx-lNCJNANG5Q23oeWd2p5ih5dVkhtJ4ZKJ8CLCQfxMeQVUkb-02BK7DRXJ2Gj1u32on_v49nb8UIeBFtUgtif8AgVyBA9SWnvz1m7AMyLmv04Bv-jJw8/s400/P3170043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185324668541683282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Just recently, we've noticed this particular bird going back and forth on our ficus tree. Upon closer inspection, it turned out that they're preparing a nest!! Of all places or trees to make a home, they chose our ficus tree! :D That's quite an honor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAsgqOKR9q4rLKC4T7EMVIWDWoLC28RFdaeE-VPUrUrK4izsp8EzhHQMq8MuvXv2B4zuUN7psz0xb1T5xwpypeMZMnZzXvf5BsFRVeT10IvT1dzvDuDLpqsOfXWWzA_wuOhN63Hm3ARN0/s1600-h/P3170083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAsgqOKR9q4rLKC4T7EMVIWDWoLC28RFdaeE-VPUrUrK4izsp8EzhHQMq8MuvXv2B4zuUN7psz0xb1T5xwpypeMZMnZzXvf5BsFRVeT10IvT1dzvDuDLpqsOfXWWzA_wuOhN63Hm3ARN0/s400/P3170083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185325312786777698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Knowing that it's going to take them sometime before they'll finish their nest, we've decided to help them a lil bit. We've scattered around the area some cotton and coconut barks. That surely speeded up their nest building. That by the time Easter came around, they've laid their eggs!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyrj0KJy6-UX2b2xxmORv_W_gA72k-RzRMpfTPGWEUaSF7sAK1xJc-VrtTBxrGMaJKSnT65QqbSOaoVKbqPwT3lsw6-lRizVJ8TeaTwAfJysKDZaEA-ETd0XYL9x2NXYuznpTV6CHAgSo/s1600-h/P3230040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyrj0KJy6-UX2b2xxmORv_W_gA72k-RzRMpfTPGWEUaSF7sAK1xJc-VrtTBxrGMaJKSnT65QqbSOaoVKbqPwT3lsw6-lRizVJ8TeaTwAfJysKDZaEA-ETd0XYL9x2NXYuznpTV6CHAgSo/s400/P3230040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185325905492264562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Two weeks after Easter, their eggs hatched! Two lovely lil birds...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixOkoJcm5_pNEDppyaBpkawxG8JpZ4eFcnBxMrRCbZy6qrA-KMR5En0VPvWFnqugaq7HvSTy93t-4p3M53q3McKF30WahZ2wENrY4RzZJgXENQTvxGJ1eYRVnRZoP5LD6eFGAHIeo0Rg4/s1600-h/P4040041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixOkoJcm5_pNEDppyaBpkawxG8JpZ4eFcnBxMrRCbZy6qrA-KMR5En0VPvWFnqugaq7HvSTy93t-4p3M53q3McKF30WahZ2wENrY4RzZJgXENQTvxGJ1eYRVnRZoP5LD6eFGAHIeo0Rg4/s400/P4040041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185326377938667138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;We've researched what species of local birds we have nesting on our garden and it turned out to be the &lt;a href="http://www.naturia.per.sg/buloh/birds/Pycnonotus_goiavier.htm"&gt;Yellow Vented Bulbul&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;(&lt;i&gt;Pycnonotus goiavier&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-0dK_UuMggLRBedyxixSE8WKdQdT6vT0BwlSG7on1LNn6VDeFStSO1Z_C8CcFlpiYK-5FNef8rnO20aEtjdKS68XsB3juwCnR8ZlwkGjfUt4fC-ep-TjFrOW9RtcJLw1kdKSoxgrTPeY/s1600-h/P3170087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-0dK_UuMggLRBedyxixSE8WKdQdT6vT0BwlSG7on1LNn6VDeFStSO1Z_C8CcFlpiYK-5FNef8rnO20aEtjdKS68XsB3juwCnR8ZlwkGjfUt4fC-ep-TjFrOW9RtcJLw1kdKSoxgrTPeY/s400/P3170087.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185327262701930130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://filamforumreporter.blogspot.com/2008/04/nature-and-its-creatures.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roxy Child)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTnfq5FJef3QljfJFw5M2Mjzpx-lNCJNANG5Q23oeWd2p5ih5dVkhtJ4ZKJ8CLCQfxMeQVUkb-02BK7DRXJ2Gj1u32on_v49nb8UIeBFtUgtif8AgVyBA9SWnvz1m7AMyLmv04Bv-jJw8/s72-c/P3170043.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2236551216085110872.post-8173397684980308452</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Apr 2008 12:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-02T21:41:40.355+08:00</atom:updated><title>Balimbing</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUNjDZcALkx4x_0xgzQFJnl_D5If9laPK5r1IUUQHcyPq5fQ7yMr9Ic-2bxOMlozOredSqTrFbA4GWv3uXlbQxxg0JcngGRTQLw9WqFfceYU-o67AvZfVo-5_mO6BtxIahTGO6uU7RI7o/s1600-h/StarfruitWeb.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUNjDZcALkx4x_0xgzQFJnl_D5If9laPK5r1IUUQHcyPq5fQ7yMr9Ic-2bxOMlozOredSqTrFbA4GWv3uXlbQxxg0JcngGRTQLw9WqFfceYU-o67AvZfVo-5_mO6BtxIahTGO6uU7RI7o/s400/StarfruitWeb.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184640596215547458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Balimbing refers to what is commonly known as "starfruit". Here in the Philippines, the term balimbing connotes to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/turncoat"&gt; turncoat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; or double-cara (two faced) nature of a person/s. Such traits are commonly found in politicians where they switches allegiance to one party to the other or whichever suits them the best foot forward for their advancement in their so called party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;In my observation, such characteristics is not only true to politicians but as well as to a everyday life. People switching from one group of friends to the next one! Just waiting for the right opportunity to pounce to lay out their agenda to unsuspecting foes/friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;They take it to a certain extent where they do their attack quite openly and when the time comes, out comes the other nature, the "balimbing". The slyness of how they slither through unsuspecting victims... extending an olive branch to mend the old flames... concocting new stories to their benefit and gaining the trust of the naive victim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Funny how one can switching from one persona to the other for their own gain or benefit just to make themselves "appear" amiable to all concerned! Slithering from one person to the next... unbeknownst to the that person, he/she is slowly being poisoned or brainwashed. It must be quite a talent to convince one... I bow to their uncanning ability!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;But as they say, the bad deeds that has been done is never that far from one's backyard. A person's future is always shadowed by his/her past... Just have a look behind you... in front of you, by your side... the facets of your life will always cast a shadow no matter how far you try to distance yourself from the deeds you've done to others...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4TU8wzScn-YVBIhgYSoiXAsaURMRA6pElzBkXW85SJ_l2MrR3zPPNHaD1HrL7LIL5lZ4P_Z5EetdsKOoa8T606X-W3_7xXflKABb0lotSC3EudBDfiu0QJLXQZmWhk2lpyvkFRrb1cOY/s1600-h/shadow-man-8i3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4TU8wzScn-YVBIhgYSoiXAsaURMRA6pElzBkXW85SJ_l2MrR3zPPNHaD1HrL7LIL5lZ4P_Z5EetdsKOoa8T606X-W3_7xXflKABb0lotSC3EudBDfiu0QJLXQZmWhk2lpyvkFRrb1cOY/s400/shadow-man-8i3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184639973445289522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://filamforumreporter.blogspot.com/2008/04/balimbing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roxy Child)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUNjDZcALkx4x_0xgzQFJnl_D5If9laPK5r1IUUQHcyPq5fQ7yMr9Ic-2bxOMlozOredSqTrFbA4GWv3uXlbQxxg0JcngGRTQLw9WqFfceYU-o67AvZfVo-5_mO6BtxIahTGO6uU7RI7o/s72-c/StarfruitWeb.gif" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2236551216085110872.post-6422323596125985147</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Mar 2008 11:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-22T21:13:30.908+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">internet</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">reality</category><title>The Internet and Reality... A Perspective</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_rNkhUfPqy3RQuVbaTNYMQzm60L9wCOUCT3YJoxTf69xTKEwONQhDnumbha52-6_dnlW-Vs0z7bqf908OkGKOB4FAEw2iXnCrCQ7Td6ybs8npN6aDT_uPPujHuYjER9nqf360lKe3AeU/s1600-h/computer+guy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_rNkhUfPqy3RQuVbaTNYMQzm60L9wCOUCT3YJoxTf69xTKEwONQhDnumbha52-6_dnlW-Vs0z7bqf908OkGKOB4FAEw2iXnCrCQ7Td6ybs8npN6aDT_uPPujHuYjER9nqf360lKe3AeU/s400/computer+guy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180552036457858594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Internet... switch on the CPU, turn on the modem and sit in front of the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality... fresh air, outdoors, sun warming up your skin, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Internet is something where you interact with the keyboard and the monitor. Reading, browsing, chatting, downloading... an intangible interaction. There are some people who perceive the internet as a threat. Some do it for fun. Others do it for business. All sort of things can be accomplished nowadays using the internet. It's one thing to be interacting with others online such as chatting, exchanging thoughts and opinions on message boards. The internet makes the world shrink just sitting in front of the computer. You can practically be communicating and exchanging words with somebody across the world! That's the beauty of the internet... the interaction with somebody who's also sitting infront of their computer at the same time as you are. Being online, you can never be sure who you're chatting or communicating on the other end. It's basically putting out your trust to a complete stranger! Though most handle the internet with skepticism especially when it comes to meeting people online. You can never tell if that person got an honest intent or whatever their motives are. That's the danger of internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there are people who takes what goes on the internet seriously that they become paranoid and psychotic! They take exchanges that happens online as something that is actually REAL. As I've said, internet is just something you switch on and it's intangible. True, gossips or reality sometimes gets blurred by what goes on online that sometimes it's hard to tell where the truth really lies in all the 0000s and 11111s!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some take it upon themselves that whatever was said online depicts their real life! Spats and squabbling are common in most message boards. It keeps the mundane cyber world interesting! Sure, I do have my own share of spats and squabbles but at the end of the day, the computer gets switched off. It's just words and numbers exchanged, nothing personal. It's completely a different scenario when the internet crosses over to reality. When exchanges get taken personally that personal privacy and life gets on stake just over some silly spats and squabbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People should have thicker skin and should lighten up especially when they're online! Certainly one can't reach through the monitor and wring the other's neck! lol But hey... since they can't do that, they'll do other means to do damage or harm. Such as threats... We've been subject to such scrutiny online just because of some "gossips".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Character assasinations, blackmails and threats are a few hurled along the way. Makes one wonder if they know themselves and know what's the REAL DEAL, why would they be disturbed or bothered by some silly "gossip"!? Why react to something that's not true!? Why let if affect your life and try to get even with others!? Those are few questions that spring into my mind why these people reacts to whatever they read online. Certainly their lives revolve around the "internet". Which is sad, coz they claim that they have a great life and yet it bugs them whatever they read online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no stranger when it comes to threat. I take it seriously. I keep evidences and track events that takes place. I'm privvy with our life and somebody who tries to invade our space won't be taken lightly. I know my place and I know I got nothing to hide. It will be exactly a year this coming April when it all started getting real... when it crosses over to reality. Phone ringing in the middle of the night... happened three times. It's alarming when the phone rings at such an ungodly hour!! You'd think there some sort of emergency or something important to be ringing someone at such an hour! Around 12 midnight and 3 a.m. I've been weary with callers that 2 years ago, I subscribed to our phone company's caller ID features. That's a good investment when it comes to screening incoming calls! Anyways, what our "midnight caller" doesn't know that I waited till he/she was done ringing the phone... after he/she hangs up, it's my turn to use the phone! Having the phone call verified by our phone company! I'm disappointed coz after the third phone call, he/she never called back! Just when I'm ready to answer the phone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, just on the safe side, anything that transpired has been reported on our local police... I submitted a blotter for their record. Was advised by them to answer the phone and find out who and what they want. I guess he/she just chickened out in the end. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still a continuing saga a year later... *sighs*&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://filamforumreporter.blogspot.com/2008/03/internet-and-reality-perspective.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roxy Child)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_rNkhUfPqy3RQuVbaTNYMQzm60L9wCOUCT3YJoxTf69xTKEwONQhDnumbha52-6_dnlW-Vs0z7bqf908OkGKOB4FAEw2iXnCrCQ7Td6ybs8npN6aDT_uPPujHuYjER9nqf360lKe3AeU/s72-c/computer+guy.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2236551216085110872.post-5403069491765225444</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Mar 2008 13:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-08T21:34:58.875+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fairy</category><title>The Biatch Fairy</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBw6BSuJEOsFp4ABthEM0oCCnuCqFxeLHV_OiqnHtiY17LdKd-UzsVbYfsZLYWV25zxe2sT6tAgtqV1iXOTTmH69wLZqrG2OeHNkfvzVLrqKI6LE2FUr9okUmr15DuPSFmcrE-SlfSQh4/s1600-h/bitch_fairy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBw6BSuJEOsFp4ABthEM0oCCnuCqFxeLHV_OiqnHtiY17LdKd-UzsVbYfsZLYWV25zxe2sT6tAgtqV1iXOTTmH69wLZqrG2OeHNkfvzVLrqKI6LE2FUr9okUmr15DuPSFmcrE-SlfSQh4/s400/bitch_fairy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175363520728820978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://filamforumreporter.blogspot.com/2008/03/biatch-fairy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roxy Child)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBw6BSuJEOsFp4ABthEM0oCCnuCqFxeLHV_OiqnHtiY17LdKd-UzsVbYfsZLYWV25zxe2sT6tAgtqV1iXOTTmH69wLZqrG2OeHNkfvzVLrqKI6LE2FUr9okUmr15DuPSFmcrE-SlfSQh4/s72-c/bitch_fairy.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2236551216085110872.post-7073768036126589143</guid><pubDate>Sun, 02 Mar 2008 02:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-02T20:01:47.678+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">barong</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">tooth fairy</category><title>The Tooth Fairy</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Methinks the Tooth Fairy visited and left this note by mistake!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7M9p9FzZ_tiO6Kwt5AtexTOJ3hlaMb0UoYT6uHDIVGj9jhAAyKytWXe5xuvoMLyKsALBON88TpTVkiWF7OsA45JBPoq9-QnC7iCYfpQxeba4T_CWNM4UhJ2-hO2S173c2oEM-Kz3WBfI/s1600-h/ttf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7M9p9FzZ_tiO6Kwt5AtexTOJ3hlaMb0UoYT6uHDIVGj9jhAAyKytWXe5xuvoMLyKsALBON88TpTVkiWF7OsA45JBPoq9-QnC7iCYfpQxeba4T_CWNM4UhJ2-hO2S173c2oEM-Kz3WBfI/s400/ttf.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172972033850625666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;And here I am thinking all this time that the Tooth Fairy only wears barong!! &gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Anyhoo, to moms and dads who got kids and interested with the Tooth Fairy's services,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;here's the link to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.familytime.com/asp/toothfairyletter.asp?UserId=&amp;Key"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Tooth Fairy Letter Generator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Enjoy! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://filamforumreporter.blogspot.com/2008/03/tooth-fairy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roxy Child)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7M9p9FzZ_tiO6Kwt5AtexTOJ3hlaMb0UoYT6uHDIVGj9jhAAyKytWXe5xuvoMLyKsALBON88TpTVkiWF7OsA45JBPoq9-QnC7iCYfpQxeba4T_CWNM4UhJ2-hO2S173c2oEM-Kz3WBfI/s72-c/ttf.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2236551216085110872.post-5640546692937816580</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Mar 2008 11:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-01T20:02:28.227+08:00</atom:updated><title>Innuendos &amp; Insinuations</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Numerous &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/innuendo"&gt;innuendos&lt;/a&gt; and&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/insinuation"&gt; insinuations&lt;/a&gt; has been hurled our way before... even up to the present and I wasn't too bothered by what they're trying to imply against us. Accusations volleying around, demolition job, both barrels loaded, campaigning to get leverage and allies, etc etc.. These people can't just get over the fact that there are those who knows the real score going behind the scene. They employ and use tactics to smear, feed and insinuate their so called "friends" to do their dirty deeds. Up until now, they're still up to their games. Feel sorry for these so called "friends" being used by them. But who really cares!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another form they use is&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/intimidation"&gt; intimidation&lt;/a&gt;. Such as "I'll stick up for you as long as you scratch my back". But once things go sour, watch out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the bruhaha that has transpired, I never pitted my husband to defend and fight for me. Nor did I shed a tear 'coz what was said was so bad... blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If what was said wasn't even the truth, why would one even shed a single tear!? And would try to use this weakness to gain people's support through sympathy. Whatever! *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hinting and double meaning posts has been circulating around. It's always the same issue and the same agenda... It's been dragging for such a long time that it's starting to sound like a broken record. They claim that we don't have a life and blah blah this and blah blah that... whereas they themselves are the ones propagating and dragging the controversy that they're involved with. They got themselves in such an upstanding position that they feel scared to be scorned and criticized by those people that they lead on and used for quite sometime. They'll do all means to turn the table around to make themselves triumph over any adversity that comes along their way! But it doesn't last very long... there's another contender just waiting around the corner after they've done their demolition job. It's a never ending cycle in their so called life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In closing here's something to enjoy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RTfaQcKf9Gc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RTfaQcKf9Gc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</description><link>http://filamforumreporter.blogspot.com/2008/03/innuendos-insinuations.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roxy Child)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2236551216085110872.post-7250585528007929235</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Mar 2008 08:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-01T16:20:14.055+08:00</atom:updated><title>fil am forum reportER</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;My views here as the "reportER" are exclusively my own. I'm by no means dictated or influenced by others to express my own views and opinions.  This blog is open for all to read, though I've set the comments on moderation to prevent spammers posting.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, sit back, relax and enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://filamforumreporter.blogspot.com/2008/03/fil-am-forum-reporter.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roxy Child)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2236551216085110872.post-6476895900940100752</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Mar 2008 07:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-01T16:18:16.654+08:00</atom:updated><title>Ahoy Mate... Welcum Aboard!</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;First of all let me give you, my dear visitor, a very warm and hearty, welcome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure that before stepping into my spot here in blog-o-sphere, that you've left all inhibitions and biases on your end of the computer! And do make sure that you bring your own snacks! Refreshements available.... just give me a holler and I'll gladly fetch a cold one for ya! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgfxTmk2XsVTqdWeLqM1VO4_70Vs7rGWji0kO_KjQ97NQg9UCHzfLOZI6LtKqTR6r3IW5llvVlaiAvULjeDz9b8gCuzd99bKz0yG_eNVqsRkP4JNrzRJkf_-gRe4ngax-1tZeM7eGzAYc/s320/beerbottomshelf.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172680968211942994" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://filamforumreporter.blogspot.com/2008/03/ahoy-mate-welcum-aboard.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roxy Child)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgfxTmk2XsVTqdWeLqM1VO4_70Vs7rGWji0kO_KjQ97NQg9UCHzfLOZI6LtKqTR6r3IW5llvVlaiAvULjeDz9b8gCuzd99bKz0yG_eNVqsRkP4JNrzRJkf_-gRe4ngax-1tZeM7eGzAYc/s72-c/beerbottomshelf.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>