<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4437111301672992600</id><updated>2024-12-10T08:50:31.888+08:00</updated><category term="jhoen"/><category term="mp3"/><category term="xmas"/><category term="2010"/><category term="PLUR"/><category term="aaron"/><category term="boy"/><category term="cat"/><category term="cats"/><category term="chan"/><category term="chocolate"/><category term="clinton sparks"/><category term="cloud nine"/><category term="creepy"/><category term="december"/><category term="dj snake"/><category term="doll"/><category term="download"/><category term="exam"/><category term="festival"/><category term="firefox"/><category term="flood"/><category term="help"/><category term="jio"/><category term="korean"/><category term="kreme"/><category term="krispy"/><category term="logan de gaulle"/><category term="love"/><category term="mnm"/><category term="mondae"/><category term="money"/><category term="mooncake"/><category term="ncaa"/><category term="new year"/><category term="omg"/><category term="ondoy"/><category term="owned"/><category term="pasta"/><category term="pawned"/><category term="personas"/><category term="pitbull"/><category term="poor"/><category term="ppl"/><category term="question"/><category term="shut it down"/><category term="sites"/><category term="sound clound"/><category term="speech"/><category term="themes"/><category term="time"/><category term="truth"/><category term="tumblr"/><category term="typhoon"/><category term="unique"/><category term="volunteer"/><category term="wasted"/><category term="yahoo"/><title type='text'>JHOENESEYEL™</title><subtitle type='html'>what if..&#xa;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://jhoenkid.blogspot.com&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;HOME&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhoenkid.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4437111301672992600/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhoenkid.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4437111301672992600/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466353186087192365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4437111301672992600.post-2844527060458646247</id><published>2019-02-06T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2019-02-06T02:29:30.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to die for</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;courier new&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;courier&amp;quot; , monospace;&quot;&gt;So basically. We know of multi cellular organisms. There was first a singular cell. Then they divided and grouped up and that is what are organs are made of. Now there are different organs with different specialties(functions). Now this group of organs is what we are now. A group of people is a community. Another step up then it is called a city, then country. You know where im getting at. So, what if sometime in the future when all of humanity is united, what is the next step? A group of planets with a star is called a star system. After that is called a galaxy. Then a cluster. So what if all these galaxies, there is something so massive. That what is a galaxy to it is like a singular cell to us humans. And we cant detect it and it is so uncomprehensible. Since the bigger you get, time for you moves slowly. Just like how human&#39;s capacity for time is what we experience right now, Earth&#39;s time is so slow that we see it living for millions of years. The galaxy is billions. What if that something, which is bigger than the known universe, moves so slow. It could tie up all the loose ends like dark matter and black holes and light speed constant. So, who or what are you?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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This is not my usual blog post. I feel like just pouring what my brain thought while I was asleep; dreaming. Do I need a restart? And yes, I now think money can buy you anything. Unlike what they say in the movies. You just to be smart in buying. If you come across something or someone that you thought you cannot buy, you just need to find the loophole like you buy something or someone precious to them and in a way they get forced to trust you. Even though it is not the same as a genuine trust, you can just keep topping it off until you die. Then everything else does not matter. Truly, I think inhumane ways are wrong if you do it publicly and directly. You just need to think maybe two to three steps forward and made it look like it is destiny. If you think this is wrong, I believe it is better than not knowing that you are doing it and acting all non guilty face.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;Imagine having great lips. Now imagine those lips with wounds from being so dry. Add more windburn and a tad bit of bruises from being sucked and plucked. You can smile. But with the price of hurting yourself and extending your suffering from the scabs stretching. What do you do? Wet your lips always? Although with time, it can heal. But the duration in which you have it, sucks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;There was a kid from the land that time forgoten&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 1.1em;&quot;&gt;. He uses a string and tie a knot of it on his finger. The use of it was so he can remember something of importance to use for later. I see the logic. Since the knot is a foreign object that is newly introduced in contact with the skin on your finger, your mind is at constant supervision to that area of your body. In which you combined the memory you wanted to remember to the knot. I guess you can say that its the same way with wounds and bruises. Either accidentally or forcefully, you will remember when and how you got it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: 1.1em;&quot;&gt;What did I got? Nothing but a &quot;g&quot; thing. Today marks what did not happened these six years. Hmmmsskfj.. welcome back to blogging!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Courier New&#39;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;Today I walked by the candy store and decided to buy candies.  I went around the store to find anything that soothes my tastebuds of that moment. As I slowly look at the side of me, I stumbled upon the thing that I was looking for; jawbreakers. It was only the last pack on the shelf and it was kind of old but not expired yet. Then, I just took it. Not thinking of how bad it will taste, or not, because of its torn package. My phone rang as I walk to the cashier. It was my kid neighbor asking me if I could buy her jelly beans. I could not say no to her because I like that kid. The only problem is, I only have enough money for one type of candy. I had to let go of my jawbreakers so that I can buy her those candies. The cashier quickly took my money as if he was doing something else. As I walk to the kid&#39;s house, I kind of regreted that I was not able to buy my candy. But I said to myself that it was okay and I can probably just buy them tomorrow on the way home. I reached the house and knocked on the door. The kid answered me. I did not want to overstay at her house so I tried to just giver her her candies and the payment. She then told me that she does not want it anymore and I can have it. I gladly said thank you to her and left like in a hurry. Upon reaching my bed, I began eating the jelly beans. It tasted great at the start but as I eat more, it tasted more blander or just loosing it. I kind of got annoyed to that kid and thinking that I could be eating jawbreakers instead of these jelly beans.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: courier new;&quot;&gt;Religion is a vast topic. I dont even know how long this will take me but I will try to make this post shorter than what I have in mind. First, I was baptized so I am a Catholic. But then again, I question this religion. As so many people I have met or know. Religion has been on this planet even before Jesus. Only ignorant people would question that. What is my real question then?- &quot;Why is there religion?&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: courier new;&quot;&gt;People who believe might tell me &quot;Because God is out there and made us so that we have a knowledge of His existence&quot; I just dont think that it is that simple. The major religions we know today only exists on about 4000 years ago but we all know how long we humans(homo sapiens) have lived on this planet, for approximately 150,000 years! If you think about it again, what could they have been believing at that time? There was no talk of any God. How could God do this to them too? I mean by not telling or showing He exists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: courier new;&quot;&gt;I did not make this post to argue with believers. To them, all these questions are answered. And they preferred it that way. My purpose here is to write down how I see religion now. And soon, to add many things that i could think of. Still, this post is not enough to lay what I have in mind about religion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhoenkid.blogspot.com/feeds/5666056875926871161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4437111301672992600/5666056875926871161?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4437111301672992600/posts/default/5666056875926871161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4437111301672992600/posts/default/5666056875926871161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhoenkid.blogspot.com/2012/05/thoughts-about-religion.html' title='Thoughts About Religion'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466353186087192365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH5f4Mdcndi9xEkJTwW0xgLgaFsGH_GrhsjcJjpjnXP0VhTuctP9tZCvpEtbJkfuM5geJpiN10y1e0J493UbOKziHWvWgzWJ-7mj4Sd1ifbNf7p1QfJHFHM3CW5MMLztMvu2JWO8ubJWTl/s72-c/609457ca9566e76f.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4437111301672992600.post-5695871833461739004</id><published>2012-05-11T19:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-05-11T19:20:37.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>May 10 Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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 woke up crying because of the dream that I had. Which is unusual for me
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was with my girlfriend. We took a rest on the bed. Knowing that my dad 
is just outside the room, I didnt closed the door entirely. I looked at 
the clock and it was past 12am. We both laugh, shared stories etc. Then 
my mom suddenly came barging in. My girlfriend and I were both shocked 
and she was like making excuses and crying. She said that she texted my 
mom about this and my mom didnt replied. Mom didnt take any excuses, 
even in real life, so we both didnt know what to do. She wanted our 
relationship to end so we did. Then I woke up, crying. At first I cant 
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Courier;&quot;&gt;It is said that when a duckling hatches, the first thing that it sees automatically becomes it mother. It believes it though. I guess thats what happened to me. The first person to show me love(excluding parents) was the person that i want to go back with everytime. It maybe wrong like when the first thing that the duckling sees is a cat, it will still believe that it is its mother. But the cat knows otherwise. Sometimes i just dont believe people. Specially Filipinos. I think that my hatred for Filipino culture came to me again when i started playing HoN(Heroes of Newerth). You could really compare the way the Filipinos play internationally with people from other countries like Singapore and Malaysia and Thailand etc. Filipino gamers are selfish and ignorant. Who doesnt take orders from no one. Quitters as well as who swears alot. Mostly, that crab mentallity is true. Thinking about the history. I can say that Filipino culture changed because of the Spanish colonization. Filipinos from that time was supressed therefore hindering them and somewhat changing their culture or lifestyle. I want to believe that that is the reason. For now, ill still go for chinese and japanese people for the reason that they have a different way of life with the Filipino girls that i know.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhoenkid.blogspot.com/feeds/3600904170632483732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4437111301672992600/3600904170632483732?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4437111301672992600/posts/default/3600904170632483732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4437111301672992600/posts/default/3600904170632483732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhoenkid.blogspot.com/2011/11/when-crab-hatches.html' title='When a Crab Hatches'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466353186087192365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4437111301672992600.post-8451513352157769274</id><published>2011-08-18T07:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T07:10:19.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing</title><content type='html'> &lt;p class=&#39;bloggerplus_text_section&#39; align=&#39;left&#39;&gt;&lt;font face=&#39;Courier&#39; &gt;Testing via ipod&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhoenkid.blogspot.com/feeds/8451513352157769274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4437111301672992600/8451513352157769274?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4437111301672992600/posts/default/8451513352157769274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4437111301672992600/posts/default/8451513352157769274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhoenkid.blogspot.com/2011/08/testing.html' title='Testing'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466353186087192365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4437111301672992600.post-3085225197251675434</id><published>2011-05-22T21:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T21:25:49.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Profile Picture Meanings</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2  style=&quot;text-align: justify; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Facebook Profile Pic – Profiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p  style=&quot;text-align: justify; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Here are my results for the types of pictures with long drawn out details on why they suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote  style=&quot;color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt; &lt;h3 style=&quot;text-align:justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;1) The Emo Pic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;text-align:justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div id=&quot;attachment_642&quot; class=&quot;wp-caption aligncenter&quot; style=&quot;width: 410px&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://fakenooz.files.wordpress.com/2011/01/facebook_profilepic_emo.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img class=&quot;size-full wp-image-642&quot; title=&quot;facebook_profilepic_emo&quot; src=&quot;http://fakenooz.files.wordpress.com/2011/01/facebook_profilepic_emo.jpg?w=400&amp;amp;h=200&quot; alt=&quot;Facebook Emo Profile&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;wp-caption-text&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Cos your life sucks so much, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;h3 style=&quot;text-align:justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;text-align:justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ethos of this Facebook user: &lt;/strong&gt;I’m  so misunderstood, no one really gets me, the world isn’t ready for  people like me. I have the right to show everyone what I think they want  to see of my false nature because I’m too frightened to be myself. &lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;I’m  a frightened  little boy/girl so please don’t scare me with your bold  statements and  facts about the real world. I’m spoiled by my parents  who don’t  understand what it’s like to be a teenager. I’m a baby whiner  with no  opinion of my own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;text-align:justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Conclusion: &lt;/strong&gt;Look  folks, scrape that greasy mop of  hair off your face to start with.  Dump the pathetic pout and the black  nail polish. Just because you have  the black &amp;amp; white setting on your  camera phone it doesn’t mean  using it makes you artistic or emotional,  it makes you look foolish and  so immature. Do you know how to smile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;text-align:justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What it says about the user:&lt;/strong&gt; Sad, lonely, frightened, pathetic, whiney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote  style=&quot;color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt; &lt;h3 style=&quot;text-align:justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;2) The Couples Kissing Pic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;text-align:justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div id=&quot;attachment_646&quot; class=&quot;wp-caption aligncenter&quot; style=&quot;width: 410px&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://fakenooz.files.wordpress.com/2011/01/facebook_profilepic_coupleskissing.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img class=&quot;size-full wp-image-646&quot; title=&quot;facebook_profilepic_coupleskissing&quot; src=&quot;http://fakenooz.files.wordpress.com/2011/01/facebook_profilepic_coupleskissing.jpg?w=400&amp;amp;h=200&quot; alt=&quot;Facebook Couples Kissing&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;wp-caption-text&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Give it a break, no one cares whose face you&#39;re sucking on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;text-align:justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ethos of this Facebook user: &lt;/strong&gt;Look at us! Look!!!! Don’t we look great together&lt;strong&gt;? &lt;/strong&gt;Isn’t  my boy/girl friend so passionate and caring and sensitive? I feel a  great need to share my intimate moments with total strangers who don’t  know me and don’t give a shit about my personal life because…well,  everyone does it. I want to prove I have a boy/girl friend to my peers  even though I am most likely using a stock photo or stole this pic from  the net. I’m just so in love that I can’t be content with this feeling  until I have at least 100 replies on my new pic by the end of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;text-align:justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Conclusion:&lt;/strong&gt;  Just because you change your Facebook status to “in love!” or “mad for  my gf” it doesn’t mean anyone gives a shit. No one is that interested in  seeing a pic of two people swapping saliva on your Facebook page. It  doesn’t matter that you have 300 albums of similar face sucking pics,  your relationship is pretty much doomed the moment you decided to share  it with the world. You have made it meaningless by sharing what should  be an intimate moment, something sacred between two people. If we want  to view softcore porn we can find it through Google or Myspace. Stop it  now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;text-align:justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What it says about the user: &lt;/strong&gt;Desperate for lots of confirmation (LIKES) that proves you have friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote  style=&quot;color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt; &lt;h3 style=&quot;text-align:justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;3) The Cute Childhood Pic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;text-align:justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div id=&quot;attachment_649&quot; class=&quot;wp-caption aligncenter&quot; style=&quot;width: 410px&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://fakenooz.files.wordpress.com/2011/01/facebook_profilepic_childhood.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img class=&quot;size-full wp-image-649&quot; title=&quot;facebook_profilepic_childhood&quot; src=&quot;http://fakenooz.files.wordpress.com/2011/01/facebook_profilepic_childhood.jpg?w=400&amp;amp;h=200&quot; alt=&quot;Awww, aren&#39;t they adorable?&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;wp-caption-text&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Are you just as cute now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;text-align:justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ethos of this Facebook user: &lt;/strong&gt;I  was soooo cute when I was ickle, just look at my cute smile and ickle  button nose! I remember my childhood with happy fondness, oh the  memories are just golden! I don’t want to post any recent pic on my  profile, I want people to see and acknowledge (at least 50 LIKES pls)  that I am a happy, fun, cute individual and always have been. I took  ages scanning in ALL my old childhood photos and now have 600 albums  filled with grainy shots of me playing on the beach looking cute, just  like millions of other kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;text-align:justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Conclusion:&lt;/strong&gt;  So the 1970′s were good for you too eh? I bet you have a load of pics  of you in a Halloween costume or that first day of school, or perhaps a  day at the beach/theme park/wedding/birthday/other pointless social  event. No one cares. Most of us who are able to use Facebook have  mountains of photos exactly the same, the point is that the rest of us  don’t post them on our profiles because we’re not hideous monsters who  need to wear a bag over our head when in public. How about you post a  recent pic of yourself so we can see the horror that evolved from your  cute childhood years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;text-align:justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What it says about the user:&lt;/strong&gt; Ugly minger. Stuck in the past. Probably has deep-rooted personal issues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote  style=&quot;color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt; &lt;h3 style=&quot;text-align:justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;4) The Baby Pic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;text-align:justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div id=&quot;attachment_652&quot; class=&quot;wp-caption aligncenter&quot; style=&quot;width: 410px&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://fakenooz.files.wordpress.com/2011/01/facebook_profilepic_babypic.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img class=&quot;size-full wp-image-652&quot; title=&quot;facebook_profilepic_babypic&quot; src=&quot;http://fakenooz.files.wordpress.com/2011/01/facebook_profilepic_babypic.jpg?w=400&amp;amp;h=200&quot; alt=&quot;Facebook Baby Pic&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;wp-caption-text&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;You seriously post pics of your precious baby ONLINE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;text-align:justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ethos of this Facebook user: &lt;/strong&gt;I’ve  just given birth and the first thing I’m going to do (after I send this  quick text before I touch my baby for the first time) is post a billion  pics on my Facebook page. I’m so happy and excited that everyone needs  to know exactly what my baby looks like. Facebook is made for sharing,  and our friends &amp;amp; family need to see these pics because we live in a  remote part of the world where we never ever see anyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;text-align:justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Conclusion: &lt;/strong&gt;Yes,  yes, the miracle of birth is a gift to us all, we are truly blessed  that yet another mouth to feed has arrived on an already overpopulated  planet. Your baby is very cute but that doesn’t mean I have a burning  desire to log in to Facebook and write oodles of cutesy comments about  your new born’s latest bowel movement. And please don’t invite me to  flick through endless shots in one of your 400 albums where the photos  were all taken on the first day, first afternoon of your kids life.  Jesus! Give it some space to come to terms with life outside the womb  before you thrust it down the neck of the digital world!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;text-align:justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What it says about the user:&lt;/strong&gt; Egocentric. Possibly mental. Lacks understanding of the scary nature of the internet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;h2  style=&quot;text-align: justify; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;A Run Down Of The Worst of Best of The Rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;blockquote  style=&quot;color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;text-align:justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://fakenooz.files.wordpress.com/2011/01/facebook-styles.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img class=&quot;aligncenter size-full wp-image-654&quot; title=&quot;facebook styles&quot; src=&quot;http://fakenooz.files.wordpress.com/2011/01/facebook-styles.jpg?w=500&amp;amp;h=1217&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; height=&quot;1217&quot; width=&quot;500&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Naturally there are some missing&lt;/strong&gt;  but I grew weary of staring at the same dumb user pics. The ones I’ve  left out are pretty self-explanatory  so I’m only offering brief  explanations: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;text-align:justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Cartoon Pic &lt;/strong&gt;- For those too lazy to find an actual photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;text-align:justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Obvious Lesbian Pic&lt;/strong&gt; – For the newly outed lesbian with the motto: “Screw the world, I’m a rug muncher so get used to it.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;text-align:justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Logo Pic&lt;/strong&gt; – See The Cartoon Pic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;text-align:justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Company Advert Pic&lt;/strong&gt; – For the ageing guy who doesn’t realise this will never bring him any business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;text-align:justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Food “Sexual Innuendo Implied (snigger)” Pic&lt;/strong&gt; – For the male joker who never gets laid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;text-align:justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Famous Work of Art Pic&lt;/strong&gt; – For the university student who thinks too highly of themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;text-align:justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Celebrity Pic&lt;/strong&gt; – For the idiots who hope someone will actually think they are a real celebrity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;text-align:justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Blurry X-Rated Pic&lt;/strong&gt; – For the type who wants people to ask if they have a none blurry pic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;text-align:justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Nature is Wonderful Pic&lt;/strong&gt; – For the tree hugging, save the planet type who doesn’t understand how much carbon they use by running a PC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;text-align:justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Religious Pic&lt;/strong&gt; – For the people who think they can convert others by displaying a few pixels of a dead Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;text-align:justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Book Cover Pic&lt;/strong&gt; – For people who think they are well read but really aren’t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Rock n Roll Slogan Pic&lt;/strong&gt; – For smelly people who don’t understand anything beyond their Slayer or Korn lyrics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;-got all these from a site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhoenkid.blogspot.com/feeds/3085225197251675434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4437111301672992600/3085225197251675434?isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4437111301672992600/posts/default/3085225197251675434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4437111301672992600/posts/default/3085225197251675434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhoenkid.blogspot.com/2011/05/profile-picture-meanings.html' title='Profile Picture Meanings'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466353186087192365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4437111301672992600.post-2683604717615477463</id><published>2011-05-03T19:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T16:09:09.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minecraft</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;&quot;  &gt;8 days ago, i asked my friend something that i can do in my spare time. a site that i can visit, prolly read long boring stuffs or whatever. then he mentioned a game called Minecraft. so i immediately typed in it in the Google search bar and went to the Minecraft&#39;s website. i registered quickly just to play it and see if it is good enough. then it says like you have to pay to download and play the game. so i was like &quot;WTF&quot; to my friend. so he gave me a link containing a cracked version of it. then i started playing it at home. at first glance, you would say &quot;what a sh*tty graphics&quot; well, i was bored so i still played it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style=&quot;text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Gvh5s4l4KXdrYSlnHExoPIxwLISMYAebPOCtImkeChTbkxPoj7vW06syGGu0i8Ul4kPqEqnWx6qbYP9dRRFZuRaY4AUJg6u-J647J5ZKokCMazM7ZuXWnZkPf0xbKviKoYT8QX0Yo9nn/s1600/minecraft1213.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 162px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Gvh5s4l4KXdrYSlnHExoPIxwLISMYAebPOCtImkeChTbkxPoj7vW06syGGu0i8Ul4kPqEqnWx6qbYP9dRRFZuRaY4AUJg6u-J647J5ZKokCMazM7ZuXWnZkPf0xbKviKoYT8QX0Yo9nn/s320/minecraft1213.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602461266119037570&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;then i asked, whats the purpose of the game. simply because it doesnt have a storyline or instructions when i installed it. then i started searching it on youtube and saw how wonderful this game truly is. the whole environment is made out of blocks which you can replace anywhere. having that thought, you can make structures, etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8JLvjFExJowf5NKozkDQHAut2tTAOaqD-OxL9jBPox7V3kxi0jmvIZidGj4q21_ZKlgHe4y1IdH6gv9H-f8zOzsEtBheJxC9vq7lteB4znM3_FmOpyGzWm7DwuX9hvhnMo3XQtIk54CWj/s1600/mden.png&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 170px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8JLvjFExJowf5NKozkDQHAut2tTAOaqD-OxL9jBPox7V3kxi0jmvIZidGj4q21_ZKlgHe4y1IdH6gv9H-f8zOzsEtBheJxC9vq7lteB4znM3_FmOpyGzWm7DwuX9hvhnMo3XQtIk54CWj/s320/mden.png&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602463003482488690&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;your own fortress perhaps?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;thats basically it. well, the game has its own time too. day, and night. making it more realistic. at night, there are monsters that will attack you and that is the main reason why at your first day, you have to make a shelter to protect yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguo0YugrFCKU0sjHXdlmxG-OQsvaTWeqeP57JXhaYO7hasPaYeKB0vopvxh4OBxsm6CSpUjE4cO83QUhyRs-CN6nrCtl2rflDB_ZduKnCQ8yXKdxXVT5G3SCMj4Mi-yJSEHj_eDxrYiTzX/s1600/790469f99051d44f5e8de1837485732a-d32a410.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 317px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguo0YugrFCKU0sjHXdlmxG-OQsvaTWeqeP57JXhaYO7hasPaYeKB0vopvxh4OBxsm6CSpUjE4cO83QUhyRs-CN6nrCtl2rflDB_ZduKnCQ8yXKdxXVT5G3SCMj4Mi-yJSEHj_eDxrYiTzX/s320/790469f99051d44f5e8de1837485732a-d32a410.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602464389418325106&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;&quot; &gt;i like this &quot;born this way&quot; parody. its all about minecraft btw. watch it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe style=&quot;font-family: courier new;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/M_FkfrbsEMI&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;349&quot; width=&quot;560&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhoenkid.blogspot.com/feeds/2683604717615477463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4437111301672992600/2683604717615477463?isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4437111301672992600/posts/default/2683604717615477463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4437111301672992600/posts/default/2683604717615477463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhoenkid.blogspot.com/2011/05/minecraft.html' title='Minecraft'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466353186087192365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Gvh5s4l4KXdrYSlnHExoPIxwLISMYAebPOCtImkeChTbkxPoj7vW06syGGu0i8Ul4kPqEqnWx6qbYP9dRRFZuRaY4AUJg6u-J647J5ZKokCMazM7ZuXWnZkPf0xbKviKoYT8QX0Yo9nn/s72-c/minecraft1213.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4437111301672992600.post-8942368946201342336</id><published>2011-04-14T21:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T22:16:56.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: courier new;&quot;&gt;Well, this is how I see it as well. I think it is obvious, once you really understand most things around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: courier new;&quot;&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: courier new;&quot;&gt;The more you begin to investigate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: courier new;&quot;&gt;what we think we understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: courier new;&quot;&gt;where we came from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: courier new;&quot;&gt;what we think we&#39;re doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: courier new;&quot;&gt;the more you begin to see we&#39;ve been lied to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: courier new;&quot;&gt;We&#39;ve been lied to by every institution..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: courier new;&quot;&gt;What makes you think for one minute that the religious institution is the only one that&#39;s never touched?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: courier new;&quot;&gt;The religious institutions of this world are at the BOTTOM of the dirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: courier new;&quot;&gt;The  religious institutions in this world are put there by the same people  who gave you your government, your corrupt education - to set up your  international banking cartels because our masters don&#39;t give a DAMN  about you, or your family.. all they care about is what they have always  cared about and that&#39;s controlling the whole damn world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: courier new;&quot;&gt;We have been mislead away from the true and divine presence in the universe that men have called God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: courier new;&quot;&gt;I don&#39;t know what God is but I know what he isn&#39;t..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: courier new;&quot;&gt;And  unless and until you are prepared to look at the whole truth and  wherever it may go, whoever it may lead to, if you want to look the  other way or if you want to play favorites - then somewhere along the  line you&#39;re going to find out you&#39;re messing with divine justice. The  more you educate yourself, the more you understand where things come  from.. the more obvious things become and you begin to see lies  everywhere. You have to know the truth, and seek the truth, and the  truth will set you free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: courier new;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;object style=&quot;font-family: courier new;&quot; height=&quot;81&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt; &lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F13585308&quot;&gt; &lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt; &lt;embed allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; src=&quot;http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F13585308&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; height=&quot;81&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: courier new;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;&quot; &gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://soundcloud.com/jhoeneseyel/john-blink-what-is-god-radio&quot;&gt;John Blink - What Is God (Radio Edit)&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href=&quot;http://soundcloud.com/jhoeneseyel&quot;&gt;jhoeneseyel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhoenkid.blogspot.com/feeds/8942368946201342336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4437111301672992600/8942368946201342336?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4437111301672992600/posts/default/8942368946201342336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4437111301672992600/posts/default/8942368946201342336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhoenkid.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-is-god.html' title='What Is God'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466353186087192365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4437111301672992600.post-4746090626267454405</id><published>2011-03-25T03:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T03:26:06.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Fence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiN6-cg8dxUZPaT0P0a1ZWroTfeA61EqN2kMJYtFAFThJ6RIvgkqoZEzzfZsnrIOIoa_IpLe6u8pgwcEPyz_SQfYgWVLufPgkgQO5QN6PaAjzS-0bwavt_LTRe3IaSqS2Z0WNvhjTtB06b/s1600/indecisive_affection_by_lohl2k3.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiN6-cg8dxUZPaT0P0a1ZWroTfeA61EqN2kMJYtFAFThJ6RIvgkqoZEzzfZsnrIOIoa_IpLe6u8pgwcEPyz_SQfYgWVLufPgkgQO5QN6PaAjzS-0bwavt_LTRe3IaSqS2Z0WNvhjTtB06b/s320/indecisive_affection_by_lohl2k3.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587729772329102690&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;its hard dealing with indecisive people. especially at situations where you and your friends plan to go somewhere and that someone cant just decide. then comes the band-wagons. they might as well just dont give an answer. well, basically, their answer doesnt help. Fickle people are those that change their minds easily. i just cant stand those kind of people. its like im dealing with a fat kid that cant decide what flavor of ice cream he wants. its easy to decide. there is nothing to be afraid from.being lazy cant be a reason why you cant decide. like WTHELL? sooner or later you will need to decide things by yourself. i mean, why not start now? i laughed at myself last time when i remembered being indecisive when i was younger lol. i was a kid. what could i possibly know? so that personality is an attribute for the kids; being indecisive, low self esteem, etc. SMH but sometimes, it cant be help being indecisive. like in instances of choosing what to wear today. ROFL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhoenkid.blogspot.com/feeds/4746090626267454405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4437111301672992600/4746090626267454405?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4437111301672992600/posts/default/4746090626267454405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4437111301672992600/posts/default/4746090626267454405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhoenkid.blogspot.com/2011/03/on-fence.html' title='On The Fence'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466353186087192365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiN6-cg8dxUZPaT0P0a1ZWroTfeA61EqN2kMJYtFAFThJ6RIvgkqoZEzzfZsnrIOIoa_IpLe6u8pgwcEPyz_SQfYgWVLufPgkgQO5QN6PaAjzS-0bwavt_LTRe3IaSqS2Z0WNvhjTtB06b/s72-c/indecisive_affection_by_lohl2k3.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4437111301672992600.post-7509400792026035502</id><published>2011-03-25T02:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T03:09:03.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One-Sided Religion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;i despise people who only wants to be friends with some one who is rich or is able to give you many stuffs. Materialism can be bad. it could be the root factor of many things such as the way you interact with others, your personality, etc. i heard this once from a catholic guy &quot;when we die, we leave everything that we have. &quot; so it basically means that all that we possess will be senseless if we die. but then again, having those things can make your short life fulfilling and everything has a price LOL. when we do something good and/or it feels good, there is always something bad that happens simultaneously to it. for example, you eat meat everyday. you eat it at a normal phase that you dont over eat. eating meat shortens your life but it tastes good lol. didnt you ever noticed why those chinese people  even reach the age of 100+? so as i was saying. i dont understand.. why choose something/someone that can make you feel good all the time? even in relationships, feeling good all the time is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhoenkid.blogspot.com/feeds/7509400792026035502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4437111301672992600/7509400792026035502?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4437111301672992600/posts/default/7509400792026035502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4437111301672992600/posts/default/7509400792026035502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhoenkid.blogspot.com/2011/03/one-sided-religion.html' title='One-Sided Religion'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466353186087192365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4437111301672992600.post-2156195428131935089</id><published>2011-01-28T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T01:29:03.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;&quot; &gt;i heard a story about a friend giving a friend, who recently had a heartbreak, an advice. saying &quot;there is a lot of fishes in the sea.&quot; what he meant there was, what his friend loss was not a big thing. it was only a part of a bigger thing and it is not everything. so, dont get sad about it. because, you havent even met 1% of the whole population in this world. having said that, does that makes us fishermen? LOL. i guess it does. and from what i know, to be able to catch a fish, you must have even some of the qualities of a great fisherman which are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style=&quot;font-family: courier new; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;patient (knows how to wait)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;risky (even if there is a storm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;tactical (knows where is the right spot to fish)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;when you are fishing on your boat, its not enough that you wait, you should not let the fish see you as well. so as to caught one. you need not to scare one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTdoINN0K4_FMzJZonfut-dEs8Td4UGuWM59IyXyPCtd0ORG53YnhwiH9J__Vf473bDLVXJhN6Wso9cjmrW-rcsSK1-OAqHNFP8YHCGjQlgm_Zj0YuR8Otr9mOBUwLx8OHODBSGa0gHp5v/s1600/d6fe81c1bdf05146b742c7b61d4b59bc-d2z6u9d.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTdoINN0K4_FMzJZonfut-dEs8Td4UGuWM59IyXyPCtd0ORG53YnhwiH9J__Vf473bDLVXJhN6Wso9cjmrW-rcsSK1-OAqHNFP8YHCGjQlgm_Zj0YuR8Otr9mOBUwLx8OHODBSGa0gHp5v/s320/d6fe81c1bdf05146b742c7b61d4b59bc-d2z6u9d.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567289588996708146&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;*i heard this one from one of the boring lectures during masses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhoenkid.blogspot.com/feeds/2156195428131935089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4437111301672992600/2156195428131935089?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4437111301672992600/posts/default/2156195428131935089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4437111301672992600/posts/default/2156195428131935089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhoenkid.blogspot.com/2011/01/fishing.html' title='Fishing'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466353186087192365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTdoINN0K4_FMzJZonfut-dEs8Td4UGuWM59IyXyPCtd0ORG53YnhwiH9J__Vf473bDLVXJhN6Wso9cjmrW-rcsSK1-OAqHNFP8YHCGjQlgm_Zj0YuR8Otr9mOBUwLx8OHODBSGa0gHp5v/s72-c/d6fe81c1bdf05146b742c7b61d4b59bc-d2z6u9d.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4437111301672992600.post-3382213165310907377</id><published>2011-01-28T19:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T19:43:01.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy Zzz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAEY_FjFq68uKvMsg8RTWjSnoLal9Va6Xng1bNZZuIwq8-8XMrchCP0fh55dgyxe5O45_4xyGRErpJ1lOLsu0uPyUfIw26PH2JIVv1FMoYzTDYSnU7NeY-vbsMtjqX1Vtd33R1U-s0rk-V/s1600/Waiting__by_SilverMercury.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAEY_FjFq68uKvMsg8RTWjSnoLal9Va6Xng1bNZZuIwq8-8XMrchCP0fh55dgyxe5O45_4xyGRErpJ1lOLsu0uPyUfIw26PH2JIVv1FMoYzTDYSnU7NeY-vbsMtjqX1Vtd33R1U-s0rk-V/s320/Waiting__by_SilverMercury.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567200001911718914&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;this is my first time rejecting invites, many invites. and i cant stop thinking about it. i mean, i am wasting this long weekend for nothing. this is not the usual me but i am kind of getting use to it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt; though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;. not going out late night, all that stuff. i feel like a loser tonight. and i dont argue with that. start accepting facts and just move forward. i cant get all my wants and needs in a snap. but what i can do is think about how to get it and just simply plan ahead. like i always do. it seems as if its just me against the world. truly, you cant trust no one but yourself. its funny even sometimes i dont trust myself hahaha. just kidding. i like the movie that i watched earlier today, its called &quot;It&#39;s Kind of a Funny Story&quot; movie. check it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhoenkid.blogspot.com/feeds/3382213165310907377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4437111301672992600/3382213165310907377?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4437111301672992600/posts/default/3382213165310907377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4437111301672992600/posts/default/3382213165310907377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhoenkid.blogspot.com/2011/01/sleepy-zzz.html' title='Sleepy Zzz'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466353186087192365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAEY_FjFq68uKvMsg8RTWjSnoLal9Va6Xng1bNZZuIwq8-8XMrchCP0fh55dgyxe5O45_4xyGRErpJ1lOLsu0uPyUfIw26PH2JIVv1FMoYzTDYSnU7NeY-vbsMtjqX1Vtd33R1U-s0rk-V/s72-c/Waiting__by_SilverMercury.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4437111301672992600.post-4515732096810944265</id><published>2011-01-27T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T00:19:41.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Church-ing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1s65w_pfUZyYLZSH9svF8SFuFugkHKm7uAnnQpM2s_Dzd5kxzKof9oM9BPPf9rOIp7ELBJCD5iBM6dRb-notO1utvtr5TNmyelMTKRtYSzYenEau4F8VIWk7QddEIed90kmHKUpvk2YQ7/s1600/Holy_Man_1_India_by_CitizenFresh.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1s65w_pfUZyYLZSH9svF8SFuFugkHKm7uAnnQpM2s_Dzd5kxzKof9oM9BPPf9rOIp7ELBJCD5iBM6dRb-notO1utvtr5TNmyelMTKRtYSzYenEau4F8VIWk7QddEIed90kmHKUpvk2YQ7/s320/Holy_Man_1_India_by_CitizenFresh.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566900975156109074&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;this maybe the first time that i realized what the sunday mass is all about. the part where most people fall asleep is the most important one.. i guess it is where the church tell the people their thoughts about life or teachings. but, i dont know if i am the only one noticing but, people dont listen to that part in the mass. in short, they dont really get what they should get when going to a mass. well, before, i only go just for the sake of going every sunday. because that is the norm. -.- i still see that that is the point of view of most people. actually, the first time i thought of it, i smiled. it was like what i put on my blogs but it is only read. and being accepted (because they dont react in any violent manner even though they dont understand it) by the people. itll be funny when i bring my pen and paper on the next mass i will attend haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 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font-family: courier new;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;&quot; &gt;i just saw a recent tweet and it goes like &quot;I hate closed minded people who think they know everything.&quot; its not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;&quot; &gt;how i look at it though but if i think about it, i kind of &quot;dont like&quot; close minded people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;maybe its just because its hard to convince them and they are so easy to read. that could be some reasons why i dont like them and they could be the reason why i like open minded people as well. look at it at this point of view:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style=&quot;font-family: courier new; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;whenever you trip, they wont laugh. not just trip, i mean anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;a great friend to talk to when you are down. why? they would listen to you and would understand you better. well, actually almost anything like ideas, etc. since they are open minded lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;since not all people likes what you like and when you introduce that thing to close minded people, their reactions are all the same. not when to open minded people, they will tend to appreciate it more and learn it why you did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;and more stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;&quot; 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font-family: courier new;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgenVo2zRv7vT_A0pe8PYjzhCp5xxOtVVMMcTLA3aAx1fzQwdchlF8xFrn3KxIZw4c8wb_tvRagfemIfIX_Y6U7i4QDbidRuixdD4msDvZ_uoohhAPOgVSQ-ZRiECZtf5agV0IrlhhxYK1w/s1600/used_i__by_notmygod-d36q4ls.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgenVo2zRv7vT_A0pe8PYjzhCp5xxOtVVMMcTLA3aAx1fzQwdchlF8xFrn3KxIZw4c8wb_tvRagfemIfIX_Y6U7i4QDbidRuixdD4msDvZ_uoohhAPOgVSQ-ZRiECZtf5agV0IrlhhxYK1w/s320/used_i__by_notmygod-d36q4ls.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562362739359943586&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;&quot; &gt;one thing that i dont get on most people is that they dont accept changes. on the kind of world we live in now, changes happens more often than it used to. if you dont move, you will get left behind. most people would stick to what they know, believe, have, etc. and would not let go. i mean, for example, why not upgrade your internet connection(on your own home) to DSL. why stick to dial-up? ROFL. people have survived because they changed and why would you prevent that? plus changes makes everything better. im not being idealistic here, but acceptance is one factor that you can put up here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt; i admire people who see every possibility available and does not look only on a one way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhoenkid.blogspot.com/feeds/6457380512960910594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4437111301672992600/6457380512960910594?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4437111301672992600/posts/default/6457380512960910594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4437111301672992600/posts/default/6457380512960910594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhoenkid.blogspot.com/2011/01/used-up.html' title='Used Up'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466353186087192365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgenVo2zRv7vT_A0pe8PYjzhCp5xxOtVVMMcTLA3aAx1fzQwdchlF8xFrn3KxIZw4c8wb_tvRagfemIfIX_Y6U7i4QDbidRuixdD4msDvZ_uoohhAPOgVSQ-ZRiECZtf5agV0IrlhhxYK1w/s72-c/used_i__by_notmygod-d36q4ls.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4437111301672992600.post-4868299966898813387</id><published>2011-01-14T14:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T14:18:51.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;&quot; &gt;i dont know.  i still get irritated to people comparing me to what most guys are. they will say that im like them, like that. first things first, thats not fair. dont just judge by what you know. dont be idealistic like most people are. know them first. thats why theres this thing called understanding. just like what i always say &quot;there is no all or everything&quot; what i mean is, everything doesnt apply to everything. like for example. all people are intelligent. we all know that is not true. face it. thats reality. and the same applies to all. i guess, seeing/realizing this when i was young made me want myself to be different from others. dyed hair, colored contact lenses, fashion, music, etc. attitude as well. im still trying to be more realistic than idealistic. i dont believe on what i just read. ill try to get a proof if its true first then thats the time i will truly accept that thing. i hope you guys got what i pointing out lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; 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LOL. &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.ihhp.com/quiz.php&quot;&gt;here is the link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45 - 54&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;                        &lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;&quot;  &gt;Congratulations! You have very high emotional intelligence. This is good news! &lt;acronym title=&quot;Emotional Quotient&quot;&gt;EQ&lt;/acronym&gt; counts for twice as much as IQ and technical skills combined in determining who will be a star performer. Your level of &lt;acronym title=&quot;Emotional Quotient&quot;&gt;EQ&lt;/acronym&gt;  likely has been and will be a driver of your high performance for years  to come. Areas to work on: While you are doing well - don&#39;t forget to  take time out of your busy day-to-day activities to stop and reflect on  what brings you the greatest meaning in your life. If we fail to do this  on a regular basis, we risk becoming tranquilized by the trivial.  Sedated by the small details. Yes, deadlines need meeting and goals must  be achieved. But if we are working toward goals that are not in  alignment with our key values and greater purpose, we face becoming  hostile and cynical - losing the reason we are doing &#39;all of this&#39; in  this first place! This translates into less joy and enthusiasm for our  work - resulting in a diminished ability to be effective, at ease, and  on purpose. As William James said: I have no doubt whatever that most  people live, whether physically, intellectually, or morally, in a very  restricted circle of their potential being. They make use of a very  small portion of their possible consciousness... much like a man who,  out of his whole body organism, should get into the habit of using and  moving only his little finger... We all have reservoirs of life to draw  upon, of which we do not dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhoenkid.blogspot.com/feeds/4243400024153785470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4437111301672992600/4243400024153785470?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4437111301672992600/posts/default/4243400024153785470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4437111301672992600/posts/default/4243400024153785470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhoenkid.blogspot.com/2010/12/eq.html' title='EQ'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466353186087192365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4437111301672992600.post-6171523988711242127</id><published>2010-12-17T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T22:40:12.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much TV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4VDYDYE0OdwNsA2l7nYlVXkaY_dppviVGRbrEU9yMfnuMhxL1x220fhilRYkE52VAq8oie2y_lopwRxtIbbZGNNQL_vbwax1OC6Ut2AjuwTYZA4scKWyAr4A1qTRicfpLcMBGM7YwhsGw/s1600/god_is_in_the_television_by_lovathemonster-d32sqdq.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 302px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4VDYDYE0OdwNsA2l7nYlVXkaY_dppviVGRbrEU9yMfnuMhxL1x220fhilRYkE52VAq8oie2y_lopwRxtIbbZGNNQL_vbwax1OC6Ut2AjuwTYZA4scKWyAr4A1qTRicfpLcMBGM7YwhsGw/s320/god_is_in_the_television_by_lovathemonster-d32sqdq.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551660953572143378&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;&quot; &gt;watching television takes some of your time. makes your boredom go away. or sort of like that. well, because it entertains you. that is why you keep coming back. to some, they tried to fit it in their lifestyle. if you know what i mean. watching TV is good. but having spend your time on it too much, is bad. apparently, if youre subscribed to soap operas. you tend to catch how they treat and interact to other people. like how would one should react if someone is got caught cheating or having an affair, or when a kid tries to make a point on someone whos older. if you get what im trying to point out here, then youre good. if not, just try to understand. read between the lines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhoenkid.blogspot.com/feeds/6171523988711242127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4437111301672992600/6171523988711242127?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4437111301672992600/posts/default/6171523988711242127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4437111301672992600/posts/default/6171523988711242127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhoenkid.blogspot.com/2010/12/too-much-tv.html' title='Too Much TV'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466353186087192365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4VDYDYE0OdwNsA2l7nYlVXkaY_dppviVGRbrEU9yMfnuMhxL1x220fhilRYkE52VAq8oie2y_lopwRxtIbbZGNNQL_vbwax1OC6Ut2AjuwTYZA4scKWyAr4A1qTRicfpLcMBGM7YwhsGw/s72-c/god_is_in_the_television_by_lovathemonster-d32sqdq.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4437111301672992600.post-1427575788091993632</id><published>2010-12-13T08:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T08:50:00.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://flavors.me/jhoenkid&quot;&gt;Welcome!&lt;/a&gt;: &quot;I connected Blogger to my &lt;a href=&quot;http://flavors.me/&quot;&gt;http://flavors.me&lt;/a&gt; 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