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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMHQ3g8eSp7ImA9WhRWEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37078824</id><updated>2011-12-28T14:23:52.671+08:00</updated><title>Here We Are, But Where Exactly Are We?</title><subtitle type="html">Ideas, frustrations, shallow concepts and whatever ramblings of Mike Bilon</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mikebilon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mikebilon.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37078824/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Michaell Bilon</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109714140189516068240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-QZffnh1V7_k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADHU/7ADj67LgIwc/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/HereWeAreButWhereExactlyAreWe" /><feedburner:info uri="herewearebutwhereexactlyarewe" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUCSH46eip7ImA9WxFbGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37078824.post-326010360944463259</id><published>2010-07-11T20:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T20:44:29.012+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-11T20:44:29.012+08:00</app:edited><title>Boys Night Out and Other Stuffs</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;“Japanese Bars, Old Arroyo Sticker and Trip to Cavite”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some days you just put everything up in the air, pull up a chair and enjoy as they come tumbling down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/TDm8QFVkkaI/AAAAAAAAARU/dOGnCA70pkQ/s1600-h/IMAG0741%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMAG0741" border="0" alt="IMAG0741" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/TDm8RtFuVfI/AAAAAAAAARY/k-LOwSDWbrk/IMAG0741_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/TDm8T4RXdrI/AAAAAAAAARc/zyjgDLbL0Rw/s1600-h/IMAG0743%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMAG0743" border="0" alt="IMAG0743" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/TDm8VoE1U2I/AAAAAAAAARg/Uyh97PyBN8w/IMAG0743_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/TDm8XWnhwFI/AAAAAAAAARk/8Uxf7FItVYA/s1600-h/IMAG0744%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMAG0744" border="0" alt="IMAG0744" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/TDm8YzLY3aI/AAAAAAAAARo/5JyPBKBLu6o/IMAG0744_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Bones, Marvs and I went for a boys night out last Friday. We went around looking for “Patay-Sindi” but we ended up in a japanese bar. It was still fun though, we got to round robin with the girls there chatting and talking about everything. Some things we learned:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;500 pesos for half a glass of Tanduay is not worth it. (Hilo ka pa din though. Actually the 500 pesos was 2hrs of bottomless everything.. Half glass of Tanduay lang nainom ko haha..)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You can’t sit down with a bar girl and tell her “Ahh, entertainer ka pala eh, sige nga mag magic ka”. (Marv’s please lang, wag mo na ulitin to.. haha..)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Si Bones mahilig pumapak ng Cookies… este Cookie lang pala.. isa lang eh…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ang taong sinisipon, asahan mo na, hindi makulit.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/TDm8bLfxtvI/AAAAAAAAARs/AjGpBSJysQQ/s1600-h/IMAG0732%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMAG0732" border="0" alt="IMAG0732" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/TDm8c7ejbrI/AAAAAAAAARw/rh_Mln5PV98/IMAG0732_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/TDm8ercC9eI/AAAAAAAAAR0/6sEcEZJns4A/s1600-h/IMAG0734%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMAG0734" border="0" alt="IMAG0734" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/TDm8gCUPY6I/AAAAAAAAAR4/BaoqMlL0_tk/IMAG0734_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/TDm8iAE_S0I/AAAAAAAAAR8/90-BMyRJQXg/s1600-h/IMAG0737%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMAG0737" border="0" alt="IMAG0737" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/TDm8jnqBeII/AAAAAAAAASA/V-pFNBzePGo/IMAG0737_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/TDm8lH09NhI/AAAAAAAAASE/K8KJaPoLpss/s1600-h/IMAG0739%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMAG0739" border="0" alt="IMAG0739" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/TDm8m62tWDI/AAAAAAAAASI/aTjdI1qG0A8/IMAG0739_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The band played for a friend in Cavite. It was helluva fun. :) The trip was the first time that Pau and I convoyed to a venue. We did a pit stop at Tuding’s Carmona. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We even did a quick stunt when Gab went out of the passenger window to remove something on Istin’s windshield… while I was driving at 40kph! Haha..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/TDm8ohiES7I/AAAAAAAAASM/n_pgSpPdrz8/s1600-h/IMAG0740%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMAG0740" border="0" alt="IMAG0740" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/TDm8qoaF6wI/AAAAAAAAASQ/8G_-BBGgpY4/IMAG0740_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And then I saw this really OLD campaign sticker for Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo campaigning as senator. At the side of our office fridge! :) Talk about ancient… Hehe…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So there, I’ll write about other things again next time. 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Or should I say on the land. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’s been a year since I lost Eleanor(Tisay). Back then everything was falling apart. Now after almost a year of hard work and sacrifice I am really happy to have Faustine by my side.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;With all the recent blessings, there’s only one more thing that I need to make my life back to how it was before,should i say so much better. I am working on this right now. It’s starting to become a long shot but I am hopeful and I believe in my strength. I will be complete soon.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gimik Night!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/S4qFnN2uo-I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/7uB4aiXSHkU/s1600-h/20100206-28%20%28Large%29%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="20100206-28 (Large)" border="0" alt="20100206-28 (Large)" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/S4qFoQsWLiI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/z1QugfWHfI8/20100206-28%20%28Large%29_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friday was a really fun day. We watched Tyrene’s band play again and then we ate at Lugaw Republic near Timog. The lugaw was yummy. It’s a bit pricy @ 130 (basic lugaw with quail egg and goto) but it was worth it. Also the tokwa’t baboy was good. I love to eat there again. After that we went home and watched Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs. It was disappointing though coz the tv kept on turning off. I don’t know why but I remember when it was almost a year old it had the same dysfunction. We had it repaired and JVC actually replaced the power module and then it was ok. Now it’s doing the turning off again. I think JVC hardwired the tv to be broken. That is creepy scary. Anyway, If anyone from JVC ever reads this, please explain why this is happening.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday @ Glorietta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We went out to see Miss You Like Crazy at Glorietta. We also played at Timezone hehe.. I am not into arcades and games but I had fun shooting basketball with them. I was with Redg, my mom, Avy, Cheits, Sashi and Bingo. My Ate Rash and her family was there also. We had dinner at Sbarro and had small talks. It was a helluva fun. :)Thanks guys I enjoyed it a lot and I look forward to hanging out with you again.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Cheits and Bingo on the Dance Rev Machine&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/S4qFq4cfr6I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/UQj1z-L1e4E/s1600-h/IMAG0389%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="IMAG0389" border="0" alt="IMAG0389" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/S4qFrxYziGI/AAAAAAAAARA/2KoYV3_o3fQ/IMAG0389_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Me mom posing with a poster of Derek…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/S4qFtiUv85I/AAAAAAAAARE/9tIr0WSeDOQ/s1600-h/IMAG0392%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="IMAG0392" border="0" alt="IMAG0392" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/S4qFuhLzMWI/AAAAAAAAARI/koWgxnv8Pno/IMAG0392_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; My pamangkin Iara&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/S4qFwVQlYXI/AAAAAAAAARM/ZgL8nENv0vM/s1600-h/IMAG0393%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="IMAG0393" border="0" alt="IMAG0393" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/S4qFxc8l4HI/AAAAAAAAARQ/qMN96e5o0JY/IMAG0393_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="201" height="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There! It was a long week with so many stressful moments but overall it was very entertaining. I hope I have another great week ahead. I do hope you guys out there also have one. Thanks for dropping by and checking out this blog.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I can’t wait to take istin to work tomorrow. :) It’s time to roll!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Peace out!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37078824-2139300811987665219?l=mikebilon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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They played 3 sets lots of nice songs and fun moments. Avy even sang Thousand Miles haha! Then there was this couple who gig crashed! That was one of the funniest things I’ve seen in years. I’m sorry but you don’t gig crash when you can’t even play and sing well. If it was a practical joke you really got me. Ok ok, I’m going too Simon Cowell on them but c’mmon, please wag ka ng magtaray kung di ka naman maganda at di naman magnda boses mo? Ang sakit sa ulo eh… Argh… Pasensya na.. I had to get that off my chest. Anyway, Tyrene and her band was loads of fun I would like see them again. :) Oh and Avy should sing again also! Yey!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Avatar on IMAX SM MOA! (Then dampa after!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/S267oIIQBvI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Qg1nw-e6H2c/s1600-h/IMAG0362%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMAG0362" border="0" alt="IMAG0362" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/S267pa_KUoI/AAAAAAAAAP8/nHQ-3BfCdik/IMAG0362_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="189" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Saw Avatar on IMAX but we were too close to the screen I got so dizzy 20 mins into the movie. After that I had to take off the 3D glasses and just languish on feeling nauseated for the next 2 hours and 30 mins. Im sure if we had better seats I would have appreciated it. Anyway, it was a nice experience all in all. After that we went to eat at seaside dampa and that one i really enjoyed! Was craving for baked tahong but there wasn’t any available so we ordered baked scallops which were equally yummy! That’s how I should eat every weekend because I don’t eat much on weekdays.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Redg’s Birthday Celebration&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/S267rIuAErI/AAAAAAAAAQA/n2DgnYO7fSU/s1600-h/BdayRedg%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="BdayRedg" border="0" alt="BdayRedg" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/S267sNJEyKI/AAAAAAAAAQE/-bxT12z6k6A/BdayRedg_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/S267t_gH9LI/AAAAAAAAAQI/yeQJ597Zux0/s1600-h/IMAG0354%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 5px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMAG0354" border="0" alt="IMAG0354" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/S267vNqYw_I/AAAAAAAAAQM/z72N2lqHcCg/IMAG0354_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Redg celebrated her birthday in Ritchmonde Hotel and it was super fun. We played charades until 7am! Haha.. Happy birthday Redg. More blessings for you and your family! And more time with me also. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bough Switchfoot’s “Hello Hurricane”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/S267xDjm4DI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/MgF69bR_7IY/s1600-h/IMAG0353%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMAG0353" border="0" alt="IMAG0353" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/S267yBU7tUI/AAAAAAAAAQU/TIy-4-q3h50/IMAG0353_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Finally had a copy of Switchfoot’s newest album! :) Yey! You can buy one in Praise Music stalls on malls everywhere. Please support them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crazy Other Weeks!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/S2670FM9FbI/AAAAAAAAAQY/-wFQPVan158/s1600-h/20100111-0205%20%28Large%29%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="20100111-0205 (Large)" border="0" alt="20100111-0205 (Large)" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/S2671pFcQ1I/AAAAAAAAAQc/7nk_c61nI8M/20100111-0205%20%28Large%29_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="340" height="287" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The past past weeks were totally awesome also. Had so much fun going to Carmona with the gang. We crashed my lola’s house. Bones cooked insanely delicious bulalo and calamares. We had videoke, tequila and vodka. Also had an opportunity to taste the ice creams in Dezaato Pan. It was also insanely delicious i had the one that tasted like my favoritre ferrero chocolates. Then the band shoot some videos for the documentary. Over all, it was really awesome fun! I’m looking forward to more of these! ;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m still looking for my 1000 peso bill. I swear it was in my wallet. Now it’s not there. :( Argghh.. If you see him,tell him I miss him and he shouldn’t worry because im sure he’ll be going somewhere as soon as he goes back to me. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Hope you guys are having a great time also! ‘til my next blog!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37078824-6678936805777723837?l=mikebilon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It’s been a hell of a month. Haven’t been writing much because I’ve been doing so much work and the weather’s been pretty bipolar to say the least.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flood: Too much unnecessary water.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well, first off, my birthday passed by, literally. I wasn’t able to celebrate because Typhoon Ondoy was busy flooding the metro. I still owe you guys baked mac (my mom’s specialty), some booze and a little celebration. Actually the baked mac was replaced by sopas on the Saturday that Ondoy was pummeling the city. That’s how adaptable my mom is. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Some personal pics I can share related to the typhoon:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:10d30c9c-4fb5-4c72-8f25-adcdbc2936d7" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/StHc-F5v_3I/AAAAAAAAAOs/UMZB97n0QnM/2009091110041Large8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="Flood with mud gradually receding inside our house in Pandacan, Manila" rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/StHdB4GhfSI/AAAAAAAAAOw/lHQoxoGKZmo/2009091110041Large2.png?imgmax=800" width="420" height="370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Knee high water got in our house Saturday night. Luckily my cousins were with us and we were able to get the ref on the higher part of the stairs. Cheits and Abby were on the road for 12 hours! Whew! Remember to place a flashlight and a first aid kit in your car.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:052f6b70-cfaa-412e-aa94-26de913a9f34" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/StHdFWTQQcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Xs9Yu3GmwXc/2009091110042Large8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="Underpass not passable. Crazy guy enjoys swimming in the flood." rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/StHdJNCr3iI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Gb92F3ZW7go/2009091110042Large2.png?imgmax=800" width="420" height="370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Monday after Ondoy, on my way to work I was able to snap a couple of images of the recto underpass in front of Isetann Recto. It was filled to the brim. A crazy guy was also dancing and swimming in the flood water. Pardon the images.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:62be1737-82e6-477c-9076-62913d0a7b02" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/StHdLkDtD6I/AAAAAAAAAO8/qx-jnoqwcxw/200909111004Large8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="We volunteered to help in repacking relief goods. Unfortunately I was not able to join them." rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/StHdPiwzCXI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Rbs65EtvIjI/200909111004Large2.png?imgmax=800" width="420" height="384" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My workmates volunteered to help in the relief operations for victims of Ondoy. I was not able to join them as I had to finish some work. Sorry guys.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Side note:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If you want to see a list of the worlds deadliest hurricanes. Go &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.epicdisasters.com/index.php/site/comments/the_ten_deadliest_hurricanes_world_wide/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Family.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:ce835008-4812-48da-bb4d-242dc7bfdc19" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/StHdSTWzDNI/AAAAAAAAAPE/QLkBZSahgf0/2009091110043Large8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="Family is Love." rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/StHdWOl3eEI/AAAAAAAAAPI/TJ65miVqpFo/2009091110043Large5.png?imgmax=800" width="420" height="357" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This is one of the rare moments that I get to spend time with my family. I’m sure they notice that I am not able to attend most family gatherings. Sorry, most of the time my weekends are still occupied with so many things that I want to do and finish.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But I realize i am pushing too hard, even pulling everything i need with me along. I will try to let go of these things and be part of this family.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My Tita Bilin and her husband treat us to a nice overnight stay and dinner in batangas. We also celebrated her daughters birthday there though I was unable to attend because i had to go back to manila to work.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My lola also celebrated her 75th birthday! It was really fun. We had a small program for her and lots of food and booze. Lots of photo ops hehe. I ran a little late travelling from work, quezon ave to laguna but at least i was still able to be participate in the dance.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ABS-CBN Studio Tours&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:49f2d428-f834-4436-93ff-a2a481f0044f" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/StHdY6UuPJI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RKvORPpYaBE/20090911-10044%20%28Large%29-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="Studio Tour." rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/StHddbDcs-I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/GuklOWImelk/20090911-10044%20%28Large%29%5B4%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="420" height="357" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After our Intro to Statistics training, we had the opportunity to do the ABS-CBN studio tours. It was ok. Luckily we didn’t pay for that because there wasn’t really much interesting stuffs to see. Probably because there were no program shoots. Anyway, it was a nice way to end the gruesome 3 day brain crushing stat lessons. Photo ops, small talks, lots of smiles and new friends.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Birthdays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:c00321a9-7d0d-4e03-b5d8-618c5c59c868" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/StHdgXzo51I/AAAAAAAAAPU/-uPRBls5U6I/20090911-1004%20%28Large%29%20%282%29-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="Happy Bday Iara!" rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/StHdkK9pE6I/AAAAAAAAAPY/V7q3IuEPUtY/20090911-1004%20%28Large%29%20%282%29%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="420" height="357" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My pamangkin Naiara Celebrated her first birthday in Shakey’s Magallanes. It was fun to see everyone specially my Tito Mer, Tito Boy and Ate Det surprising everyone with their presence. Everyone thought they would arrive that evening.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:3de35006-0837-4580-aaa9-764e8ad71a05" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/StHdmkjunAI/AAAAAAAAAPc/fIv7GOq-q8g/20090911-1004%20%28Large%29%20%283%29-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="Happy Bday Rizza!" rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/StHdqduqVVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/bYlrq192rnY/20090911-1004%20%28Large%29%20%283%29%5B3%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="420" height="357" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Our dear Rizza also celebrated her birthday last September. It was great she was able to celebrate it with us before going for her maternity leave. We miss you Rizza, please take care and goodluck with your pregnancy!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’s been a really long time since my last update. I am really happy with this one. I hope people who read my blog will find the fire again to follow my life. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Still learning things I ought to know by now. I will glad to share things with you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;See you next week! Peace and Love&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37078824-9222446886408463933?l=mikebilon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I thought the week was gonna be uninteresting. It turned out, this last day was &amp;quot;fool&amp;quot; of surprises. Have you ever imagined how a boxing match can be won by the guy who's actually knocked out? Have you ever thought that traveling from Taft Ave, Manila to Moonwalk, Las Pinas is shorter than traveling from Moonwalk to Soldiers IV?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here is a rundown of how the week was...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Archaic Spelling of &amp;quot;Complete&amp;quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:11f611a3-d012-480c-b26e-0ad0f2634440" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SolsEUOW6wI/AAAAAAAAANI/d1laYLNLt7s/IMAG03998x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="Old School Spelling of " Complete"" rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SolsIW1IHHI/AAAAAAAAANM/y-IxuPrz6pM/IMAG03993.png?imgmax=800" width="420" height="358" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Saw this really weird spelling of the word complete in one of the workbooks in the office. I thought it was incorrectly spelled. It turned out that this is actually an archaic (e.g. old, antiquated) spelling for complete. My question was, why? Hmm..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picture with Dimples!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:8636d7e7-39ba-4952-82f0-70fca85b129d" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SolsKm-r-kI/AAAAAAAAANQ/QfRjksKaTz0/IMAG04008x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="Stargrazing..." rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SolsO4kwcTI/AAAAAAAAANU/W0Z9wnqA4qA/IMAG04003.png?imgmax=800" width="420" height="358" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Okay, I know this is not usually what I write about but hey, its still something interesting right? :) Saw Dimples in the Only You Bazaar in the PDA concert hall. She was pretty. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drum Recording in the Studio!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:9a2a66f0-7f07-42e7-9d32-5a9507a77603" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SolsRYVnRoI/AAAAAAAAANY/RLYwds_KAZg/2009081016Large8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="P2, promise you'll join the next recording ok?" rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SolsVJtMJmI/AAAAAAAAANc/AxLUd0y7GCU/2009081016Large3.png?imgmax=800" width="420" height="373" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The band went on the road to record the drum parts for GM, TBD and Daybreak but we we're able to record GM and Daybreak as the studio's hardware and software encountered weird errors. (The PC actually rebooted in the middle of the recording and then went haywire after that.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The unforgettable part was the 45 min trike ride to look for another studio which was all for naught. We ended up going home around 7pm. Haha...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It was a really long Sunday. Anyway, it was nice to bond with the guys again and go on the road with my Eish playing Windows Weekly Podcast with Paul Thurrot and Leo Laport.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There! I wish you learned something cool this week. Please do take care of yourselves and enjoy the upcoming week.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Peace out!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37078824-2040618012114554916?l=mikebilon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Our commitment to finish the album still holds. Work work work! Anyway, please do anticipate the album by next month. It'll be worth the wait. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Electronics and Communications Engineer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:306155ba-11aa-49b2-94b7-d9aecf95544d" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/Sn8BbS9MyCI/AAAAAAAAAMw/g701yDfOmXU/200903-09%20%28Large%29-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="Operation Skip Beat" rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/Sn8BhVIuRGI/AAAAAAAAAM0/7VPR1zIhkUI/200903-09%20%28Large%29%5B3%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="420" height="358" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Tried to fix the drum kit with the guys. We were able to fix the touch sensitive pads but the foot pedal is still not working. Might need more &amp;quot;intelligence&amp;quot; for that haha. We need to fix it though for the upcoming birthday party.. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We Will Save An Angel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:ed3bedcd-ac46-491a-b50c-930cedf17f1a" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/Sn8BkHrOAmI/AAAAAAAAAM4/hZ-41Akt8og/200903-091%20%28Large%29-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="The Core Group For the Help" rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/Sn8Br6Q-PGI/AAAAAAAAAM8/XAmqzy6FswQ/200903-091%20%28Large%29%5B9%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="420" height="358" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There's something brewing that needs our attention. You'll probably read more about this as the days come along. We'll need support so please do help us when you can. I will write about the details as soon as we've finalized the plans.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Old Spaghetti House in SM Manila&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:f90e179b-73cf-446c-99ea-10ea38932ee3" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/Sn8ByGgAXbI/AAAAAAAAANA/HKF1i-eS0PA/200903-092%20%28Large%29-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="" rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/Sn8B4QRLNWI/AAAAAAAAANE/o2BFwHzGvVY/200903-092%20%28Large%29%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="420" height="332" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mitch and I tried the new Old Spaghetti House in SM Manila. I was gonna order my usual beef salpicao but opted to try new stuffs. I missed my beef salpicao.. hehe.. but the food was alright. Mas masarap nga lang ang beef salpicao hehe..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;That's basically it. I wish to have more adventures (or misadventures) this week. You guys have a nice week also.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We need to finish recording. We need to keep things in perspective.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Peace out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37078824-4721568008667172091?l=mikebilon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It's called &amp;quot;Alive But Not Living&amp;quot;. It sums up what I've been seeing around me lately. I can't believe I've written 3 songs in less than 30 days. There must really be something in my head and my heart right now. I'll try to share as much as I can with regards to my current song writing burst hehe.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;For now here's the week that was!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Light In The Philippine's Darkest Hours&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:0414cc72-159d-4f3c-b2fb-5fe7943544d6" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SnXBUIXDZvI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/kkLnjHvsCPA/cory-aquino-headshot-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="Thank You..." rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SnXBWl7HtrI/AAAAAAAAAMU/lQtjMiZey2o/cory-aquino-headshot%5B3%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="420" height="376" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There are no words that could convey the sadness. We are blessed to have had you on our side.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Band Practice and Recording&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:ac937c80-7f6c-4e49-a42f-75f032d8ce8d" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SnXBZHs0sYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/UFz1H6Nh41M/20090726-0802%20%28Large%29-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="Push! Push! Push! I can see the finish line!" rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SnXBcz7KhiI/AAAAAAAAAMc/ZsCj3shYU8s/20090726-0802%20%28Large%29%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="420" height="373" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We've been pushing really hard to finish the album. A September launch? Hmmm, not impossible! :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haberdey Jason!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:c9a3ff15-3c76-472f-9033-48afb79f59f6" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SnXBfbF_s7I/AAAAAAAAAMg/LS0P-J9pawk/20090726-08021%20%28Large%29-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="Birthday Parte!" rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SnXBkdyZoKI/AAAAAAAAAMk/my6gxnAcyVs/20090726-08021%20%28Large%29%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="420" height="358" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Had a nice free lunch and cake from Gladys and Jason! More birthdays to come dude!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KopiRoti, Sentro and The Proposal!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:da6f801b-8662-482b-affe-6f73bf2b1593" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SnXBnEIALuI/AAAAAAAAAMo/XvdeJQ0knnk/20090726-08022%20%28Large%29-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="Happy, Yummy and Funny..." rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SnXBrsKbPkI/AAAAAAAAAMs/m7m-cuPI-KI/20090726-08022%20%28Large%29%5B3%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="420" height="358" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Had a great time with Mitch and her friends. We went out to eat at Sentro (Sinigang na Corned Beef! Spicy Galunggong!), ate some KopiRoti for the first time and watched &amp;quot;The Proposal&amp;quot;. It was a really nice movie. I want to see it again. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There. It was a really fun week except for the fact that we lost one of the most important persons in the country.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;See you all soon! Peace out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37078824-4214044252891919293?l=mikebilon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I had the opportunity to visit my previous company, learn something in predictive analytics and finally got to eat Krispy Kreme glazed donuts and Dairy Queen strawberry blizzard.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Too Much &amp;quot;Wave&amp;quot; is Bad For Your Health&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:877abdeb-d04f-492f-8892-fcf14498fa85" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/Smx5Whg1x6I/AAAAAAAAALI/6w1Ep7Ebju8/IMAG0331-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="The hair. It's gotta be the hair..." rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/Smx5bqaiyeI/AAAAAAAAALM/CZnLzRT_bCU/IMAG0331%5B9%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="420" height="358" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:ed0da07e-4a3d-4849-bb6a-b450901a7a54" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/Smx5dVjwTBI/AAAAAAAAALQ/7K3tqk4tlj0/wavefocus-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="Yes. It's definitely the hair." rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/Smx5i4Tr9TI/AAAAAAAAALU/vUXlbrAqZGY/wavefocus%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="420" height="357" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ok, Monday morning. Rush hour. Sun is high. You're getting ready to roll up your sleeves to work. In the bus, the maniacal driver puts in a video. All hell breaks loose. The 80's music was good but you have to agree.. the fashion? Oh, the horror! See more here and nosebleed... &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=105E6BED0253B072" target="_blank"&gt;Music Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RCBC Plaza, PAWS Seminar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:82a6f795-482d-4c82-8bec-82b96d0d40f8" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/Smx5mIHHdsI/AAAAAAAAALY/eSn3rG77D1U/20090720-26%20%28Large%29-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="Predicting The Future. Well, At Least Techincally.." rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/Smx5tCGIMRI/AAAAAAAAALc/H-8apEFRGRE/20090720-26%20%28Large%29%5B6%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="420" height="373" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I had the opportunity to learn some stuffs about predictive analytics. It's one of those things that I would like to know more and maybe apply in our projects.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;lt;3Strawberry Blizzard Is Love. &amp;lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:5a2b2174-738f-4c9b-a180-8ad990031aed" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/Smx5wBfpSnI/AAAAAAAAALg/9rJKli_uBIw/IMAG0341-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="Yum!" rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/Smx52Du2ILI/AAAAAAAAALk/SiYzvB3bgG0/IMAG0341%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="420" height="358" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:3ba43b42-a3a5-4919-a5d1-65144e4c0525" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/Smx55sAJv3I/AAAAAAAAALo/y4plWDOHUrE/IMAG0340-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="And More Yum!" rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/Smx5_gwXozI/AAAAAAAAALs/F7brIyXHhwo/IMAG0340%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="420" height="358" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I was finally able to taste DQ's strawberry blizzard! We passed by DQ after having lunch at Peri-Peri. :) If that doesn't satisfy my taste buds, I don't know what will.. oh.. I know something else.. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There, it was a nice week as always. I am looking forward to another interesting week ahead. Meet new people. See new places. And see that crazanity is everywhere...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Love you guys. Peace out! 'til next week.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37078824-8704443607038869783?l=mikebilon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I am a bit excited with the new blog. Although the past week was not really that exciting, I was thinking of doing some minor additions in my post. I will try to squeeze in some &amp;quot;trivia&amp;quot; in the things that I write about. Well, that is if I find trivia for the topics haha.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here is the past week!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The Great Flood.. Okay, I'm Kidding..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:078e86d7-2101-430c-8878-280d3146fb1c" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SmMz9EenotI/AAAAAAAAAKc/5T7cGaarL0M/IMAG0316-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="Monday Morning Transparent Carpet" rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SmM0BZFiLwI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ointTOw13Vs/IMAG0316%5B6%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="332" height="461" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Got a rude welcome for the week when thunderstorms in Manila flooded almost all the streets I need to walk on to get to work. Talk about Monday morning rituals. The particular photo above I took in Taft Ave while frantically skipping flood water. I was beginning to think if someone will come asking for pairs of animals to store in an ark.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I Love Croissant.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:c0fe555b-1cfe-4a80-95d6-fe8082aa3eeb" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SmM0DdsCxuI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Q5kFO9Ln9V4/IMAG0317-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="Ham, Cheese,Apple slices and TLC! Yum!" rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SmM0GS-jdMI/AAAAAAAAAKo/jQo65mjD4ok/IMAG0317%5B11%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="420" height="358" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Me momma prepared croissant. That is love! Yummy!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="Verdana"&gt;Trivia:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="Verdana"&gt;&amp;quot;Croissants belong to the family of filo, strudel, puff pastry, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href=" http://dessertcomesfirst.com/?p=180"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="1" face="Verdana"&gt;Danish pastry&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="Verdana"&gt;, and brioche. They&amp;#8217;re all made from the same basic ingredients: flour, liquid, and fat, but are handled in different ways. Croissant dough is essentially puff pastry that gets its lift from yeast and the steam in the butter&amp;#8217;s moisture. As an aside, if made properly, croissant dough is given four turns that result in 81 layers. (Now there&amp;#8217;s some food trivia for you!)&amp;quot; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="Verdana"&gt;Source: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://dessertcomesfirst.com/archives/849"&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="Verdana"&gt;http://dessertcomesfirst.com/archives/849&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:92d3fc70-15e1-428f-abdb-9fb18beabf8b" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SmM0IvwpG1I/AAAAAAAAAKs/DJbQAunJ1TM/IMAG0318-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="Twister Fries Massacre" rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SmM0MmHtP2I/AAAAAAAAAKw/kLYN_wgUvQY/IMAG0318%5B3%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="420" height="358" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I went out with the guys (Pao1, Marvs and Glenn) last Friday night. Yeah, I know that was the height of the typhoon but at least Ermita wasn't that crowded haha.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We talked about love, life and why's and also some adult only stuffs hahaha. T'was funny though, Glenn broke the chairs leg. It was really fun. Then we had breakfast at McDo. Next time I will summon up the courage to talk with Gemie. Haha.. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:697eff79-23d0-4596-820d-9e6abfdd90f4" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SmM0OTbzZzI/AAAAAAAAAK4/9J5Zm2DpfwI/20090713-19%20%28Large%29-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="Of Cat and Kittens" rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SmM0QY6aRaI/AAAAAAAAAK8/FfkW_TBrMsE/20090713-19%20%28Large%29%5B3%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="420" height="358" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This afternoon when my mom was about to get some clothes from the cabinet she saw the cat giving birth to a kitten. I thought she saw something evil when she started screaming. I ran to her and calmed her down. The kitty was cute. I think she's thinking of adapting it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="1" face="Verdana"&gt;Trivia:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="1" face="Verdana"&gt; &amp;quot;Polydactyl&amp;quot; means &amp;quot;many toes.&amp;quot; Perhaps the most famous polydactyl cats were those raised by Ernest Hemingway, who had over 60 of these big-pawed charmers at his home in Key West, descendants of a 6-toed cat given him by a sea-faring captain.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="Verdana"&gt;Source:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://rulingcatsanddogs.com/cats-trivia-facts-strange-feline-information-kitty-info.htm"&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="Verdana"&gt;http://rulingcatsanddogs.com/cats-trivia-facts-strange-feline-information-kitty-info.htm&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The Half-Blood Prince: Half-Blood, Half-Prince&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:18d7a404-d922-4997-afc3-37444084bc9c" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SmM0SyO2D9I/AAAAAAAAALA/SGgs9wsfuM0/IMAG0328-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="Quick Capture After the Movie..." rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SmM0dU06AhI/AAAAAAAAALE/We1uuuPR9Us/IMAG0328%5B7%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="420" height="358" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My mom,sis, sis' friend and cousin went out to see Harry Potter and The Half Blood Prince in G4, Makati. I enjoyed the movie. I didn't read the book though. Most of those who read said the movie kind of dragged. Anyway, it was nice to spend time with them again. Next movie?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I hope next week would be more interesting. Less rain and more supernatural and extraordinary things. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;See you all again next week!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Love you guys!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37078824-2692337074688862327?l=mikebilon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Except for the stressful work deadlines haha. Anyway, there were some interesting things though that I'd like to share.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The View From ABS-CBN 13th Floor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:5e5c3eff-02d8-4fcc-96ea-7f665598e705" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SloIJeRn38I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/wv2vGgxttp0/IMAG0304-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="The View from the Top" rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SloINoOL_YI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pb-h_xKRLqs/IMAG0304%5B8%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="420" height="358" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Shot this from the roof deck of ELJ Bldg 13th floor. It was raining that day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toasts and Hot Choco Chinese Style&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:d80b38db-4f8b-4beb-a666-e6977b9f0ad9" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SloIQOUy2_I/AAAAAAAAAKE/_YwQRAKzhAQ/20090706-0712%20%28Large%29-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="Nice Food. " rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SloIV2fFQ-I/AAAAAAAAAKI/glI7LHwBmnY/20090706-0712%20%28Large%29%5B6%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="420" height="358" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Tried this toast and hot chocolate combo from Ya Kun, Robinson's Place, Ermita. It was great 'cept that it costs a lot haha. But I will eat there again when I have time. The soft boiled egg was yummy!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chesse! Yes!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:74848363-b4fc-4abb-9f06-2c2027c1504a" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SloIYiIeztI/AAAAAAAAAKM/OG8dQFka-Tk/IMAG0313-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="" rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SloIduGVGjI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/CyT2UgG1orI/IMAG0313%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="420" height="332" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I bought pichi-pichi last Friday and kind of noticed this. Haha.. funny as hell. :) But the pichi-pichi was heaven. More than makes up for the blunder... eat eat eat!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panic Button&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:ac8cceb7-468e-41e6-a17b-f6ae1c60b540" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SloIf3P3_cI/AAAAAAAAAKU/hry9a4-Nkvg/IMAG0315-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="New Song" rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SloIj1uLUKI/AAAAAAAAAKY/veasX7AuXXg/IMAG0315%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="420" height="358" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I had a great time writing our new song last Saturday night. It was really awesome and it felt great writing and singing the draft. I can see that it'll be fast and furious and angry haha. Can't wait to jam this with the guys! We'll try to polish an acoustic version we can upload to myspace. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There. It was a very boring week. My vertigo is not affecting me that much anymore. The doctor advised me to just deal with the dizziness and force myself to focus when my world spins. The doctor sounded like Dr. Phil on steroids haha.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Peace and love everyone. Hugs. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37078824-4758050194561102958?l=mikebilon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ain't that cool? Haha! Anyway, the week was terribly boring and annoying. Being dizzy with vertigo for a week is not the kind of state you'd want to be in.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I hate you vertigo. I curse you and your family to hell.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tried to Kill Vertigo with Gram's Diner Salad!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:2435ed38-5b5f-4b55-acc8-5ec8e63ce6c0" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SlC63SLtXFI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Unm1eYcVbjM/20090629-0705%20%28Large%29-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="Dizzy But Still Smiling..." rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SlC68SfXl-I/AAAAAAAAAJg/swdBhEC2Rtw/20090629-0705%20%28Large%29%5B5%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="420" height="358" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Woke up Monday morning with a really terrible dizziness. It was the first time I felt something like that. I thought I wouldn't be able to go to work but I had to coz we had like a ton of things to do. I felt it was vertigo. I tried to alleviate it with eating good food. Apparently, it doesn't have much effect on the vertigo. Only on my budget...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kozui's @ Tomas Morato&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:a4d945c1-15bf-4818-8bf7-c6ec0cc2a036" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SlC6_Aqxk8I/AAAAAAAAAJk/iPvAnmZ9gd8/20090629-07051%20%28Large%29-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="Loved the Chicken Salad!" rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SlC7DtqA45I/AAAAAAAAAJo/A7V0638nglI/20090629-07051%20%28Large%29%5B4%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="420" height="358" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I met with Tin last Wednesday at Kozui's. It was my first time to be there and I really liked the salad I ordered. It's also very cozy. There were lots of people there meeting and studying. I guess it's just how things are now. We study were we eat unlike before when our library didn't let us bring food inside. Ha, I know, it's a lame analogy. But what the heck..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Mom and Abby!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:d14479d8-4240-491a-910d-923e8050266b" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SlC7GjwaL3I/AAAAAAAAAJs/EevDrLwgF9g/20090629-07052%20%28Large%29-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="Birthday Parte!" rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SlC7KnQ4gZI/AAAAAAAAAJw/OswnLfNQjTU/20090629-07052%20%28Large%29%5B6%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="420" height="358" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Saturday and Sunday was my Mom and Abby's birthday. They had lots of food and visitors! It was videoke from 10am to 10pm haha.. It was fun though. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before the Week Closes, Unwind...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:55b5a79b-4185-4e75-852b-16e1201bb29b" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SlC7NMVyCSI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/H283Ux4HC8E/20090629-07053%20%28Large%29-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="Talkin' 'bout The Things That Guys Like Us Talk About" rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SlC7RzYIbdI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/zVDzg2wtEX4/20090629-07053%20%28Large%29%5B9%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="420" height="373" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Bones, Marvs and I went to out to get some coffee and talk over some stuffs. It was nice hanging out with my two cousins again. We were out til 6am. Haha.. talk about pamorningan. Oh, and we ate breakfast at McDo Taft, Pedro Gil. It was nice to eat McDo Breakfast again. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well, that's how my week was. I could have inserted the word vertigo every sentence but I think it's been obvious that this vertigo is really making things hard for me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I wish tomorrow I will not be as dizzy as the previous week.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;See you all again next week! Love yous!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37078824-577834152366633700?l=mikebilon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Allen Iverson. I have always admired him for his skills and his ability to score. The way he revolutionized the cross-over. He was dazzling and brilliant on the court.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I was in college then, barely getting by and I didn't really have enough money to buy me AI's first shoe. The Question.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:6d1f5514-fdbf-4862-bb8b-b34fc39165e2" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SkequPBapJI/AAAAAAAAAIs/cspIHIk0oT8/IMAG0273-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="The Answer and The Question" rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/Skeq10lmTmI/AAAAAAAAAIw/v7mnmGxlwJ8/IMAG0273%5B4%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="420" height="358" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then in his 10th year playing in the NBA, Reebok re-issued all his shoes. I was already working then and had enough money to actually buy one. At first I was hesitant, but then my girlfriend back then told me that it was my dream to wear that shoe. Even if it was 10 years ago, that dream was still hanging inside my head. It was like destiny had let us cross paths, The Question and I, to fulfill that dream.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:3f7f013e-b15f-43a3-872e-d5f2c5bcadbd" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/Skeq4A4wLqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/CbilXxexGrA/IMAG0276-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="Glorious Blitzkreig" rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/Skeq9i0R_FI/AAAAAAAAAI4/zu7ZqQNz6UU/IMAG0276%5B3%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="420" height="358" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;For three years I played basketball using the shoe that inspired me to play. I was AI on those shoes. We battled out on every imaginable situation on the court. Got injured, played awesome, played bad, got roughed up, roughed up somebody and almost everything else you can imagine.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:3367fd30-1166-45c3-b94b-6ea341b2f95c" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SkerBgGSaCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/PwCWrF3WkCw/IMAG0271-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="Fight from Within" rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SkerHqDaQEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/77pupAvDWPA/IMAG0271%5B3%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="420" height="358" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This quote from AI fused with my blood. It transcends not just basketball but everything I do. In Life,Love and Everything else, I have given my heart.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But like warriors that get old, shoes' they come and go. I will always remember The Question. It gave me the answers I needed then.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:a84303a7-da17-45fe-9a7a-5676afa67322" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SkerKzBn5-I/AAAAAAAAAJE/rXf1ZIOXInw/IMAG0270-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="Time to Rest" rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SkerQ_NoNRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/4FUIbtVxYEM/IMAG0270%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="420" height="358" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now comes change.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My new weapon of choice is a Nike Zoom FlightClub. Worn by the San Antonio Spurs' very talented guard, Tony Parker. I must say that it doesn't have much zen now. There is no more drama. I am older and wiser now. The shoe has a no-nonsense, wear me and play hard attitude. When I first tried it on, I felt like Cinderella fitting her glass shoe. It felt like we already knew each other. I was one with the shoe.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:df5c2b3c-cd3a-40aa-8d65-c419e7890d94" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SkeraLoPVkI/AAAAAAAAAJM/-Gcne4dCv40/IMAG0269-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="Form and Function" rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SkergAhwbeI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/326M82swio8/IMAG0269%5B3%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="420" height="358" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I played our Sunday basketball with my new shoes and It felt great. It was giving me the functions I needed. Spin, break, switch, jump, run, cross-over and twist, the shoe made everything feel natural.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I am saying goodbye to The Question just because he had asked to let him rest. Goodbye.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:6cd12639-9206-405b-8e87-253b51ea5cfd" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SkermUBMDkI/AAAAAAAAAJU/85rkYRH98Kw/IMAG0262-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="Welcome to the War" rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/Skers8GVCDI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Y8gspaGFkec/IMAG0262%5B3%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="420" height="358" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I am saying hello to FlightClub because he passed the baptism of fire. Hello. Welcome to the war.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37078824-5996371712856733907?l=mikebilon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Zoom! Zoom!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyway, just got back in from our usual Sunday evening basketball. My body is aching a little but my head and heart is so anxious to write the blog. It's been one heck of a week so this is gonna be a long blog! I do hope it tickles your fanny.. er.. fancy that is.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Judge Dredd! Club Dread! Er.. Club Dredd!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:83523a29-3944-48d5-9fc7-ed977e3538d3" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SkefVCMQqOI/AAAAAAAAAHg/PDpQk-SWLTo/20090622-28%20%28Large%29-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="Another Hard Days Night for the Magnet Boys" rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SkefaneKqTI/AAAAAAAAAHk/qe2iBGlkuGU/20090622-28%20%28Large%29%5B3%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="420" height="358" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Finally! The day that we've been waiting for came. It was our first gig in a couple of months (Not counting the reunion one as it was really not a gig). Anyway, you can read a lot more about this in my bands blog!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Day After... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:ba720cf4-7241-4bc3-a1e9-968c046d4a29" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SkefdFJiiKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/fstkjNGhon0/Page_1-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="Tried. Failed. Tried. Succeeded." rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SkefiTZGFsI/AAAAAAAAAHs/nkMYu-cwaiE/Page_1%5B5%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="340" height="446" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We tried to watch Transformers 2 but the general public didn't let us. We tried and we failed. My mom asked me to get her a book she needs for her masters. We tried at Power Books and we succeeded! Hurrah!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Rain. The Road. The Love for Commute.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:f4072f54-3868-44de-8057-d8700fd8fdba" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/Skefk4cOAyI/AAAAAAAAAHw/xNfXekFfSns/IMAG0245-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="Early Morning Along Espana" rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SkefoUhmnTI/AAAAAAAAAH0/HtWN0wO9D0E/IMAG0245%5B5%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="420" height="358" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I took this shot while I was at the back of the FX on my commute to work. The picture makes me feel how cool it was that drizzly morning. I love commute. I love seeing people in their regular lives.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BibingCrepe... Whatever That Is...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:bb0af835-10c2-4054-bc5f-fc7eb3cff6a5" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SkefrfqDG9I/AAAAAAAAAH4/EHrOX9MPmXc/20090622-281%20%28Large%29-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="Bibingcrepe..." rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SkefwrCOuuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/2N2X1hUitrA/20090622-281%20%28Large%29%5B4%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="420" height="358" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We ate merienda in Halfmoon. We had chocolate and cheese bibingcrepe. It was nice. :) the regular size damages for P65. It tastes good. :) Bitin lang haha..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adobo, Fried Rice, Hot Chocolate and My New Ubuntu 9.04 CD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:c02482fe-733c-42f7-8cf2-560b6af962e2" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SkefymPla_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/udA5Y8fCkho/IMAG0252-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="Open Source is Freedom." rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/Skef2hKRGfI/AAAAAAAAAIE/QnLC9hvIkZs/IMAG0252%5B4%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="420" height="358" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I was having breakfast when my mom told me that a cd arrived thru the post. I was totally surprised to get the new Ubuntu that quick. I requested about 3 weeks ago and Canonical usually sends it in 2-3 months. I love those guys. This is the second time I got my request faster than they promised hehe. Please do support open source by freely distributing copies. I can write you one if you want. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ms Jay Beltran's Despedida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:8f288e90-aedd-44af-8495-a81b86bb01a4" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/Skef5PaH01I/AAAAAAAAAII/xx7aSWcWNUI/IMAG0256-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="" rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/Skef9XeVXkI/AAAAAAAAAIM/gPhAzYVRAFI/IMAG0256%5B6%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="377" height="321" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:091c001a-ba81-419e-96ae-9e279dced679" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/Skef_vyS44I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/qHy07RFHXv0/IMAG0255-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="Queens of Bluriness" rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SkegDybPBhI/AAAAAAAAAIU/-V555QqQM-A/IMAG0255%5B4%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="381" height="346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;One of our beloved friends in ABS-CBN Global is moving on to another company. The despedida was very heartfelt. Even though I've known and worked with her for only five months, i learned a lot from her. Good luck to your future endeavors Ms Jay!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Oh, and the Queens of Bluriness, you guys are... well.. blurry.. hihi.. Hello Anna and Kat. (They are beautiful, they just don't like paparazzi..)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weekend Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:de781b69-fbb8-4968-a562-a767ced338e4" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SkegGaBCHUI/AAAAAAAAAIc/1BJ7HEhpzF0/IMAG0257-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="I Heart You.. You Chocolate Truffle Eating Cutie.." rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SkegJ1OnL1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/QddJ46jb8f4/IMAG0257%5B6%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="420" height="373" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I was looking to buy a new pair of basketball shoes with Bones last Saturday. We ate at my usual weekend resto, Old Spaghetti House (I love their Beef Salpicao) and we saw this really nice beautiful and intelligent looking girl eating a ton of spaghetti. (Just kidding, t'was a kilo haha..) Anyway, we secretly told the waiter to give them a chocolate truffle cake for dessert. At first they were shy but the waiter told us later that they did appreciate the effort and they ate the cake.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Awww... wish to see and meet you in the nearest future... not the waiter. The intelligent looking cutie..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Hannah Is Running Android!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:a8c7aa01-8e1c-4eb1-aada-f5a2063bb79b" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SkegMUASBaI/AAAAAAAAAIk/AQx2IQ0COz0/200PHOTO%20%28Large%29-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="My Hannah Has Dual Phone OS! Windows Mobile 6.5 and Android! That's Techy!" rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SkegRruj6sI/AAAAAAAAAIo/r8IiRlMqAJ0/200PHOTO%20%28Large%29%5B8%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="420" height="373" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And if having windows mobile 6.5 running on Hannah, with a cooked ROM from XDA Dev is not geeky enough, I found this Android port that actually runs on my HTC Touch Pro! If you want to learn more about this you can go &lt;a href="http://forum.xda-developers.com/showthread.php?t=402002" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Whew! It was a very eventful week really haha. I had lots of fun and although it was tiring, It was really very interesting and full of learnings.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So, til the next update! Ciao!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Oh, I will write about my new shoes in a bit. :) That's how important that is, it needs a separate blog post haha..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37078824-1309878164104284467?l=mikebilon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Haha, we were preparing for our Club Dredd gig on Tuesday. You can read more about it here in my bands multiply page, &lt;a href="http://snowmagnet.multiply.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Snowmagnet Multiply&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here's my week! Hope to have another great week ahead!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Irony Impaired&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:0e9384af-d0e5-4709-b3f4-4ee22811a564" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/Sj5NnzzekII/AAAAAAAAAGw/YC7ynPlBKIM/IMAG0040-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="2 Fab and a pack of Goya Raisins! (Calorie meter going haywire)" rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/Sj5NseuTKGI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Jdi7WiaKSh8/IMAG0040%5B10%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="420" height="373" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As usual, I am irony impaired haha. Was craving for chocolate and I ran into this in Mini-stop. I guess it evens things out. :P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Time In SM Annex&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:a4b5b3c5-5a8e-4715-ad8a-85552c65b6f8" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/Sj5Nu7C4eSI/AAAAAAAAAG4/JfQzCBX_iek/IMAG0042-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="SM Annex, SM North EDSA" rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/Sj5NziDKNwI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ikRYTYsyp_c/IMAG0042%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="332" height="446" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This is the first time I was able to see SM Annex, North EDSA. It was a really nice place lots of shops and very spacious walk ways. The design though is a bit confusing and inefficient. We need to walk completely around to the other side to continue going up the floors. It was rather not amusing. I don't know if they designed it like that so you need to walk by all those shops before you can ride the next escalator up.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peri-Peri Yummy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:c36105d6-21b9-48fb-a222-34afffbdfbb0" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/Sj5N2TmefbI/AAAAAAAAAHA/tziefmt44AA/Collages%20%28Large%29-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="Peri-Peri Yummy!" rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/Sj5N6542EuI/AAAAAAAAAHE/G5D03KNjPrs/Collages%20%28Large%29%5B3%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="420" height="358" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My officemates and I ate at Peri-Peri SM Annex. It was really good! I loved their hot and spicy charcoal chicken. I had chicken and pita and salsa. I must say, its one of my favorites right now. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snowmagnet Practice. And Practiced Hard They Did!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:7478d969-948b-4db4-b04f-0d2a71150236" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/Sj5N9fUEhsI/AAAAAAAAAHI/WZu-HHaYNz0/200906-15211%20%28Large%29-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="Snowmagnet at work and play" rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/Sj5OB5cLtTI/AAAAAAAAAHM/TO6YdOBfm0A/200906-15211%20%28Large%29%5B6%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="420" height="358" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The guys are burning so much calories preparing for the Club Dredd Gig. We've been too busy lately with personal stuffs that we can hardly set a sked for practice. So pushed that Friday and Saturday be band practice day. It's always fun being with people who share with you the same passion for living, loving and seeing the world in a different perspective. I wish to spend more time with the band in the upcoming months. Let's finish GM! Yey!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Pamangkin and My Mom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:ad64c866-85b1-491d-8c08-6f5d876dc04f" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/Sj5OD8IMt0I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_353Ngn1OIk/IMAG0004-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="My Mom and My Pamangkin" rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/Sj5OIiqeOLI/AAAAAAAAAHU/oLmUPlmeS8w/IMAG0004%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="420" height="358" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My sister visited this afternoon. She was with her husband and daughter. That's my mom in the picture and Yara, my pamangkin. :) It was fun goofing and playing around with her. Its nice she was in a good mood and didn't cry haha. Maybe next time I can share a picture of my other pamangkin, Anton, when they visit us.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take it apart and be sure to put it back together working...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:ad40d0f5-1d3c-43c0-8f35-8cb7198ea15f" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/Sj5OLGZXxqI/AAAAAAAAAHY/y_EU_DZWgAc/IMAG0009-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="My GFX Zoom 2.1u's Internal Components" rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/Sj5OPIyV9VI/AAAAAAAAAHc/J5wO9kWuLAw/IMAG0009%5B6%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="420" height="358" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;During practice I almost blew my top because my guitar fx footswitch was not working properly. I had to replace the small switch underneath the stomp mechanism and solder it on to the board. Pays to know your electronics (imagine wide grin..).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;That's about it. This week is gonna be busy as hell with so many things happening at work and the bands upcoming gig. I'm pretty sure there will be more to share to you guys. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Love you all.. :P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37078824-4077746108493895376?l=mikebilon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sums up what the week was. It was fun, tiring, cool and really refreshing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ako Ang Simula&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:941edf92-0986-4538-9e70-2a149794bedf" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SjU1jpnfH0I/AAAAAAAAAF4/4X9IUz3Dk4U/IMAG03088x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="Ready for Election" rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SjU1m-ZO-LI/AAAAAAAAAF8/f3Lnm7UtOYk/IMAG03089.png?imgmax=800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We pledged to support this advocacy campaign by ABS-CBN.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Terminator - Salvation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:c3c885b1-9b46-442f-b49a-da1b1fe8c9e9" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SjU1pN1rQII/AAAAAAAAAGA/qqA8iQ2E6Pg/IMAG03138x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="" We are all DEAD!!!" - John Connor" rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SjU1sCKAnPI/AAAAAAAAAGE/3wvKYZibNo0/IMAG0313317.png?imgmax=800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Saw Terminator Salvation! I must say I was really happy with how Christian Bale gave just justice to John Connor. Its a great movie for the &amp;quot;barkada&amp;quot;. Just look for that one thing that made it feel cheesy-funny. You're gonna feel it when it shows haha.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snowmagnet Being Snowmagnet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:64226470-134a-4abc-8e7a-b1b8ec17027c" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SjU1uCEj3kI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yykHCxrONbs/Image000018x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="The Brotherhood. P2 was supposed to join us but he went to Bicol." rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SjU1xqyLW3I/AAAAAAAAAGM/PT7noi9FaSs/Image0000154.png?imgmax=800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We had band practice last Friday. It was great to play with each other again. Although Pao2 was not with us, we were able to practice. After that we grabbed dinner and we talked about plans and sked. We're playing Club Dredd June 23. You'll read more about it in the upcoming days.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aggressive Changes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:e3a4dd9a-4a90-4b62-8e68-c9729eba5308" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SjU1zvTpbEI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/HFankqPSmX8/IMAG03068x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="New jeans. New way to be me." rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SjU110QncOI/AAAAAAAAAGU/j-tcfPRvjbE/IMAG030612.png?imgmax=800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A fresh take on how I dress up. Not just new jeans but new cut. Slim fit. Will I be wearing more of this? I am not sure. Feels cool, looks cool I just don't want to be cliche. Form and Function.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hi-Tech Run&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:175abbfd-b41a-4e89-bdee-518d428c235f" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SjU13tfBQVI/AAAAAAAAAGY/UrU6HBMiLGQ/PHOT00028x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="Timex Ironman IControl" rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SjU16QlJh_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/LbDHKuA3VAs/PHOT0002245.png?imgmax=800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I bought this Timex Ironman IControl from my Sister's husband. It controls my Ipod Nano wirelessly thru a watch and a dongle connected to the Ipod. Tried this on my last run and it worked perfectly. No review yet here. Maybe in future posts.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Heart Relient K&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:021d3d9f-a399-4a16-8c52-71739ba25135" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SjU17wkab7I/AAAAAAAAAGg/A9WZMMUj1wY/IMAG00098x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="These guys are great. One of my influences." rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SjU1_6fd39I/AAAAAAAAAGk/m-qND9PMjKE/IMAG00099.png?imgmax=800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Bought this old (well, as in released 2004) new cd from Praise Music. I love Relient K. How they make things sound so cool and rad without making it complicated or emo. I'll share more in future blogs. Please support them also. I'm sure you'll love them, their music and the cause they are fighting for.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ako Mismo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:63caf794-ca7a-45e2-bc37-d3902da5d561" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SjU2BhgOO0I/AAAAAAAAAGo/GCiMTuYdJ9g/IMAG0004-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="From within. That is how it should be done." rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SjU2Epod0aI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ssuR78vGPAs/IMAG0004%5B389%5D.png?imgmax=800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My cousin bought me the Ako Mismo dogtag. (Thanks Bones!) I haven't pledged anything yet but I was thinking of what so.. maybe in a few days I'll come up with something cool.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There! Lots of stuffs ey? Hehe.. 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Was finally able to stick to my ideal diet of soup and biscuit during weekdays, cheat day on a Friday (Meat!) and basketball on weekends. The rain though prevented me from doing my routine run. But what the heck, I slept like a baby during those rainy nights!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here's a low down on how my week was:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Revived My Old O2-XDA Mini To Be My E-book Reader!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:eb40b713-0562-4b3a-93de-c5cfa3af50dc" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SivbmlyvyTI/AAAAAAAAAE8/31IeRI1foyg/IMAG02748x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="" My Old Companion In The Game Of Life..."" rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SivbqrPYT1I/AAAAAAAAAFA/LGzs5idwaE0/IMAG027416.png?imgmax=800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I was influenced by P2 into reading e-books when he gave me a copy of &amp;quot;Tipping Point&amp;quot;. I wasn't really using my old phone but it surely fits the bill of being a versatile e-book reader. I will call her Kailey! Goodbye Kindle! Haha! Now I'm building an electronic library of every book that I ever wanted to read. From Stephen Hawkings to Neil Gaiman to Stephen King to everything I love! (I'm ecstatic. Does it show?) I love reading. I can spend an entire day enthralled in one of my favorite author's book. I am dead set on influencing my friends to e-booking (If there is such a word haha!)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bad Combination&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:824cc460-fcc1-4b5e-8aa9-1b4aa5bacdc9" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SivbtBzdh_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/H2Tiw1dU7_k/IMAG02788x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="Sweet Burning!" rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/Sivbx4OjT_I/AAAAAAAAAFI/U91Z_kirwMw/IMAG027816.png?imgmax=800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I was craving for something sweet and I didn't notice this until I was in my chair. Haha.. talk about irony. It's like eating tons of food then ordering diet coke haha! I think I'm a little irony impaired. I will try to look out for other things like this. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lonely Recording&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:ab045ca9-bb2f-40b2-9df9-0d3e0870f294" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SivbzN_3oJI/AAAAAAAAAFM/bA_toINHPnM/IMAG02848x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="I Will Try Harder Than You Can Ever Imagine." rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/Sivb2nHHjbI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/_d_6PDBVqEI/IMAG028414.png?imgmax=800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Did some recording on my own for one of the songs. It's really hard to think of creative things when you are alone. You can't parry with someone regarding an idea or concept. It makes the creative process too one-way.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday Practice With The Band Minus Our Drummer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:a03b44e2-8283-4213-b8ec-89dc7335b4a1" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/Sivb4Y11bPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/93t_-d65cLc/IMAG02888x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="We Are More Than Just Music. Always Remember That." rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/Sivb7acxRtI/AAAAAAAAAFY/q6UwoLsuVO8/IMAG028815.png?imgmax=800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The band was almost complete last Friday. We did try our best though. Going along with the &amp;quot;perfect drummer&amp;quot; and polishing GM. It was great. Thanks to Marvs for some advice also. My riff was terribly annoying it was good he pointed it out haha.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Back To My First Love&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:0abb7a23-e48b-4033-ac3e-defb285dd56f" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/Sivb9m-sWVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/UBkVcFHs7GU/20090601078x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="The Question. Me. My Injured Left Index Finger." rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SivcBsaLceI/AAAAAAAAAFg/pRS9bmqn3zs/20090601079.png?imgmax=800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I think this is the first time in more than a decade that I played basketball in consecutive days. We played in Mandaluyong City Hall Gym yesterday and a while ago, in Belfast Gym. God, I love basketball. If I had been a little taller I would have made it in the big leagues. But I don't care. I was really good back then. Work and not playing regularly slowed me down and I added some weight so I am much slower now and I can't jump as high as before. But being good now is an acceptable fate. I just love the game. My body is aching right now. It will hurt more tomorrow. I still don't care. She is my first love.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Memory Upgrade for Summer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:e273dcd6-1a67-48e0-8113-ee5edd043dc6" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SivcD4DnrkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/qbr3SUpFnv4/IMAG03038x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="Faster Summer" rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SivcHUUNsgI/AAAAAAAAAFo/KlPWSuFhEn0/IMAG030327.png?imgmax=800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I upgraded my laptop Summer from 1Gb to 2.5Gb!!! Happy me! Anyway, I thought the memory expansion was limited to 2Gb but I tried plugging in the old 512Mb and Viola! It was recognized. Now Summer is speedy and writing blogs and plurking is way better. :) Other stuffs are better too. I love upgrades! Who doesn't?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There! See you in my next post! :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37078824-1086040552275499422?l=mikebilon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Your beauty spa down at 5th street just had great reviews from a national magazine. It had a nice photo of you sitting with your friends in your office lobby. My small information security company just got a big push from a some radical investor wanting to use our newly developed software as a core security application for his upcoming genetics modification facility. Life is good. I take a deep breath. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I Smell your favorite cologne. You look back and smile at me. You're as beautiful as the first time I saw you. Your hair always in fashion, your face is angelic and I love it that you don't wear too much make-up. I love the way your eyes light up when I look at you and smile. You always tease me about my dimples and clef chin. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Without much effort, I guess we fell in love as easy as the sun would rise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Come, quick. I don't want us to miss it." You said without looking back at me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have always admired how free-spirited you are. How you make me feel loved in so many special ways.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"What do you want me to see?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Here sit. Can you see? It's beautiful." Pointing out to the sun as it sets peacefully over the horizon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We both sit and you cuddle up to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Well, it is beautiful. But we always see it from our beach front house."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I know, but this is special." You smile at me and you put your head on my shoulder. Your hair smells lovely. Bangs cover your face elegantly. You brush some off and lightly kiss mo on the cheeks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Remember when you used to bring me to the beach and we'll watch the sun as it goes down. You always whisper that you will always love and hold me close and stuffs like that." You giggle like a small girl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Yeah, I do." I blush. I was always too romantic for most people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The sun shines a dark orange glow over the horizon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"You've always called me angel but in fact, you've been the angel ever since we met. I love you. I can sit and hold you close for eternity watching sunset after sunset until the sun wont shine anymore. And, If this is the last sunset the world will ever see, I want to watch it with you." You look up at me and smile. You touch my face and cuddle closer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life is good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The horizon turns slightly dark. The sun is almost gone. The waves softly crash on the shore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hear you whisper, "I love you angel."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I smile and kiss your cheeks. 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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8aUTJxyeQxQqn1tgl8d_1_jjG3Q/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8aUTJxyeQxQqn1tgl8d_1_jjG3Q/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HereWeAreButWhereExactlyAreWe/~4/rn-9JhpkxRk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mikebilon.blogspot.com/feeds/1226922167529225382/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37078824&amp;postID=1226922167529225382" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37078824/posts/default/1226922167529225382?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37078824/posts/default/1226922167529225382?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HereWeAreButWhereExactlyAreWe/~3/rn-9JhpkxRk/you-and-i-in-alternate-universe.html" title="You and I, in an alternate universe..." /><author><name>Michaell Bilon</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109714140189516068240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-QZffnh1V7_k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADHU/7ADj67LgIwc/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SiqfyfqWU_I/AAAAAAAAAE4/I4AJL1z6B-Q/s72-c/IMAG002663.png?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mikebilon.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-and-i-in-alternate-universe.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4HQ3k-cSp7ImA9WxJXEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37078824.post-1516997487079933049</id><published>2009-06-02T01:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T20:42:12.759+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-03T20:42:12.759+08:00</app:edited><title>The Week That Was My Life (May 25 - 31)</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I've always dreamt of writing about every interesting event, people, place that I will encounter in my life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sadly, it is just a dream. There is just not enough time to do everything. But, I will do my best to fulfill that dream so every week I will try to summarize what interesting event, people, place or anything I encounter in my totally obscured and boring life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well, just sharing my boring life. Someone out there might find it amusing... haha.. to say the least. So, here goes:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recording for the indie album:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:4b9c7286-c048-4838-a7df-70699ebe4938" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SiQJr_C_iTI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_G6IUg-HBN0/IMAG0273-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="" air="" rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SiQJwQzC_tI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/cO5PgEpERbg/IMAG0273%5B14%5D.png?imgmax=800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;P1, Glenn and I recorded some tracks for GM and we also tried using the previous recording technique we used in the "Following the Fish" indie. It went well. I finally heard the bass that I was meaning to hear in the recording. I also recorded new sets of guitars for "Felicity". Added some piano tracks too. :) The band hasn't heard it yet though. Haha. :P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Glenn's Pizza Parte!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:fcb768a1-6056-4251-b075-d813a9ad8983" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SiQJzowMfxI/AAAAAAAAAEU/HlpLa_j_IYA/IMAG0272-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="" great="" rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SiQJ6WMYN8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/no0JKZYvjIA/IMAG0272%5B433%5D.png?imgmax=800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Glenn was not his usual self. The pizza tasted good though, thanks Glenn for the treat. I hope you're usually not your usual self. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;P1 is afraid of the 14" pizza haha.. look at the expression on his face.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EL3 and CSC's Pa-burger in ABS-CBN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:ba3c093a-1c3a-4c41-96f7-bd674ff4943c" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SiQJ_Jt_IKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/MeFVSTQyVOs/IMAG0269-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="Burger! Burger! Burger!" rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SiQKFWUvo4I/AAAAAAAAAEg/amWcI08z-Nk/IMAG0269%5B14%5D.png?imgmax=800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I had the opportunity to be part of our country's biggest and brightest broadcasting network celebration for being the top channel for the month of May! It was really fun. Though had to leave early because I was going to go buy some stuffs. Hehe. Fun still. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Dinner. My Diet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:2cddf489-6675-480e-ae79-7e0fa0bf8c80" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SiQKIRLtVeI/AAAAAAAAAEk/7w40ho2N3Qs/IMAG0268-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="" yummy="" and="" just="" nutritious="" rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SiQKNFuSECI/AAAAAAAAAEo/tQ5mtlyphyY/IMAG0268%5B766%5D.png?imgmax=800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My mom is fueling my diet craze by feeding me this. Haha.. You should join me when I'm running. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trip to Anawangin, Zambales&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:afccd20e-f2b8-4924-bf00-a28c36826b0e" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SiQKRSrd8BI/AAAAAAAAAEs/lUx4NVy5Kt4/100MEDIA1-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="Anawangin, Zambales" rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SiQKYt7lK5I/AAAAAAAAAEw/OWbEkdRJ_IM/100MEDIA1%5B48%5D.png?imgmax=800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Went to Anawangin, Zambales last last weekend! It was awesome! The van ride was really horrifying. With the driver thinking he's in some kind of Fast and The Furious sequel. Driving like a maniac from hell.. Yeah, you heard me.. maniac driver from hell. Hell, even the devil himself would have peed his pants just riding that van. Anyway, I am still contemplating on making a facebook or multiply page to upload the photos but for now, i guess a collage will work. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I think this trip deserves a post itself. Too many stories to tell hehe. I'll write one soon. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;'Til my next post then.. :) peace out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37078824-1516997487079933049?l=mikebilon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Well, At Least Physically..."</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Ok, before I start, I want to warn you that this will be full of math, assumptions and hokum so If you are the type that would nit pick, I suggest you pick nit somewhere else.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So here goes. Our parameters:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This is on the assumption that physical aesthetics is quantifiable and for simplicity we have quantified it. This discussion is hinged on the concept that the &amp;quot;Liking&amp;quot; is purely physical. Again, to make things simple.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This is not applicable to everyone. Might not even be applicable to anyone but if you like math, and you want to know why its hard to find a person you like that likes you then read on.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We are using a scale of 1 to 100. With each person falling within range, 1 being the least physically attractive and 100 being the most physically attractive.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SgR8go6icRI/AAAAAAAAADA/GX8Xry95Sxs/s1600-h/blog001%5B15%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" border="0" alt="blog001" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SgR8hnNLdmI/AAAAAAAAADE/4Y-WJbNjvU4/blog001_thumb%5B11%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="396" height="294" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ok, it's a well known fact that people will &lt;strong&gt;almost &lt;/strong&gt;always pick someone with the same physical level or someone higher up the scale.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Let's assume that a guy, let's call him Dave, is at the level 50 mark. In relation to the female looks scale, this means he will like girls with physical levels from 50 and up. Assuming that there a hundred girls, evenly distributed along the looks scale. Dave will have 50% of finding someone he likes, so that would be 50 girls.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SgR8ichQ4YI/AAAAAAAAADI/mw1KFLvSpMU/s1600-h/blog002%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" border="0" alt="blog002" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SgR8jRiO3zI/AAAAAAAAADM/mp09z6ivCPk/blog002_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="398" height="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now, it might seem that Dave has a good chance.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But, taking the female equivalent of our premise will make you see why it ain't so.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Assume that Dave is eyeing Aubrey, who is around level 60. Applying the concept above that people will almost always pick someone with the same physical level or someone higher up the scale, we could see that Dave doesn't have a good position.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SgR8kL_pfoI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wpstR0JHOfM/s1600-h/blog003%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" border="0" alt="blog003" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SgR8lhntmpI/AAAAAAAAADU/KM2zpqKFCKI/blog003_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="395" height="291" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So you might be asking, &amp;quot;what the hell is your point?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Having shown the basic mechanics of the concept, I will explain why it is hard to find a person you like that likes you. At least physically.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In our example above, Dave is not part of Aubrey's &amp;quot;Options&amp;quot; ,if you may. So if the natural tendency is to like someone higher on the scale, the concept will always kick in. Like Dave, you will most likely not be the option of the one you like.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But let's not put all the empathic condescension on Dave. The same will also follow for Aubrey. Guy's she like will almost always prefer girls above her level.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This is a vicious cycle that we all are in. (Well, its just hokum but I wanted to sound like its doomsday for us haha..)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;BUT! There is a good thing. Now that we know how this vicious cycle works, we can now have some workarounds. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SgR8moohJWI/AAAAAAAAADY/seXv1wqna1E/s1600-h/blog004%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" border="0" alt="blog004" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SgR8oNPcf1I/AAAAAAAAADc/alVUC5FSedA/blog004_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="400" height="295" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If we go against the nature of picking people higher up on the scale and making the lower levels our options. This means liking someone physically lower on the scale.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So why the hell will you pick someone on the lower scale? I don't know. I don't even know if what I am saying is actually useful. Maybe, I just hear too much sulking about not getting a girl/boy that it made me think if there was a mathematical explanation for it. Well, not really mathematical, just a bunch of crappy assumptions and loose logic but hey, it made me smile haha..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So how the hell will the lower scale get picked? I believe by putting on a better character. Something that I intentionally omitted in this post. Its for you to figure out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Let's see the final outcome if we go against the natural tendency.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SgR8oxdboRI/AAAAAAAAADg/EY7L0YduDMg/s1600-h/blog005%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" border="0" alt="blog005" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Kmno5ktCMiY/SgR8qaLcK5I/AAAAAAAAADk/cD_yJqiKTCI/blog005_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="399" height="296" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So, if Aubrey goes against the natural tendency she can find that there is a better chance of finding someone who likes her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now, her honestly liking the new options is up to her. I just showed her the possibilities. And same with Dave.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Next time, I do hope that before people complain about not getting the person they like, I suggest you think this over.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Oh and as a last note, if you think you're getting screwed because someone higher than you is not giving you a chance, there is also someone lower than you that you are screwing and not giving a chance. So it balances out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I just did the math. Or the hokum. Whatever you prefer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37078824-1445866131906958125?l=mikebilon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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