<?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-5208557447287314207</id><updated>2024-11-06T10:46:47.980+08:00</updated><category term="modern family"/><category term="survivor"/><category term="christmas"/><category term="new girl"/><category term="outcast"/><title type='text'>Television Un-BLURRED</title><subtitle type='html'>I&#39;m a talker, not a blogger. I&#39;m just someone who has lots of random thoughts and cannot organize them well. I watch a lot of American TV and I learn vicariously from random episodes. I&#39;m a renegade, consider yourself forewarned!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtheblurr.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5208557447287314207/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtheblurr.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14925055972837886242</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>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5208557447287314207.post-7241589300994280952</id><published>2012-02-18T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-18T18:25:27.990+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="new girl"/><title type='text'>The Good in People</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;You always see the worse in people&quot; (Jess to Nick)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I don&#39;t see it. The good in people, those are just facades. People who are &quot;good&quot; are hypocrites. Everyone is for themselves, yes that&#39;s what I believe in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;In this episode of New Girl, Jess and Nick fight over the good and bad in people. I&#39;m #TeamNick. Yes, I just don&#39;t think people are good because they are good. People are good because they might need some payback for that good deed, or because they want the fame of being called &quot;a good person&quot;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m not really in blogging-mood, so I&#39;m keeping this post short and simple. I. DON&#39;T. BELIEVE. IN. &quot;GOOD&quot;. PEOPLE.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtheblurr.blogspot.com/feeds/7241589300994280952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamtheblurr.blogspot.com/2012/02/good-in-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5208557447287314207/posts/default/7241589300994280952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5208557447287314207/posts/default/7241589300994280952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtheblurr.blogspot.com/2012/02/good-in-people.html' title='The Good in People'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14925055972837886242</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/AVvXsEgoM7zjM-U-wFDj89RCqpxy4celCLfxORiaGCQyR7aI15kdKFJ02tBi1mC1zbN9Nyzfx3CiI9vjiLbOtIK5SgElhpi0pVBBS-kbYwkTv7mgr3PfZuv52VYPE8E7ls0eB8dSxS5Amvv7qVbq/s72-c/vlcsnap-2012-02-18-18h11m07s38.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5208557447287314207.post-5833208599473016728</id><published>2012-01-12T22:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T22:26:51.274+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="modern family"/><title type='text'>Try a Little Competition</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The two-story egg drop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I have always been a competitive person. Anything that you might have thought of, I think of it as a competition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;In this week&#39;s episode of Modern Family, Jay and Claire&#39;s competitive sides have been challenged when Luke and Manny were given the one-story&amp;nbsp;egg drop without being broken homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;One thing that might have pushed me to being a very competitive and strategist person is my excessive watching of Survivor and Big Brother. I try to make my life my training grounds for when given the chance to join either game, I&#39;d be all pumped up and ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m a fan of how Dr. Will and Evel Dick play Big Brother and how Russell does it in Survivor. Well from that, you just might say that I&#39;m as BAMF as they are. Okay, that&#39;s the facade I am putting up, but deep inside I really am a good person. Many can attest to that (I hope).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;And back to being competitive, I try my very best to sort out what information to give out to people because I know that information is a great weapon that may make or break you. And it may come as a surprise, it works for me. I am contended with how I play the game of life, my plan is always in constant motion, the odds are in my favor and I can pull off big blindsides whenever I want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Being said as a competitive person is a compliment for me no matter how negative people say it. As Jay said in this episode of Modern Family: &lt;i&gt;&quot;Sometimes the best thing to do in a race to the top is grease the pole behind you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&quot; &lt;/i&gt;And as I would say it: &quot;&lt;i&gt;Don&#39;t play BY the rules, play WITH the rules.&lt;/i&gt;&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtheblurr.blogspot.com/feeds/5833208599473016728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamtheblurr.blogspot.com/2012/01/try-little-competition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5208557447287314207/posts/default/5833208599473016728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5208557447287314207/posts/default/5833208599473016728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtheblurr.blogspot.com/2012/01/try-little-competition.html' title='Try a Little Competition'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14925055972837886242</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/AVvXsEhhzsrI86xqai28fSap6lp7YKiabVEx4DeRFXhD5XD82q2IyaTDnIzCAtZO3MDZTmGn54e73-5fFrkNYKhpvnQtAg7FNRY5bBpuoi140kh9HQHe435cQorQ8oKasBv_Nm34JmoSAqHV8WO6/s72-c/vlcsnap-2012-01-12-21h42m47s177.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5208557447287314207.post-7747253317222913503</id><published>2011-12-25T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T14:20:27.846+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="christmas"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="modern family"/><title type='text'>Express Christmas ™</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5OX_cEWKAz5o2Nd26R2wW8ayXJzHXiFURbTCP9DDp0JI3_EZ8c9kYTrT_M_rYB4tsz5cb9T7sRQQuYFlHIWLcG2FuSbap0SUaBVCvW9ZlUEf0Z9SrThirOLYqKhWB_3L44wFg_8u9YfN6/s1600/vlcsnap-2011-12-25-13h33m30s36.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;180&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5OX_cEWKAz5o2Nd26R2wW8ayXJzHXiFURbTCP9DDp0JI3_EZ8c9kYTrT_M_rYB4tsz5cb9T7sRQQuYFlHIWLcG2FuSbap0SUaBVCvW9ZlUEf0Z9SrThirOLYqKhWB_3L44wFg_8u9YfN6/s320/vlcsnap-2011-12-25-13h33m30s36.png&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The past days, I have been a grinch for Christmas. I sabotaged Christmas by convincing my mother not to put up any Christmas decor. and yes, I was successful. In another incident, I did not include myself in an exchange gifts with college mates. and top it all of, I DID NOT FEEL CHRISTMAS-Y AT ALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I don&#39;t really know, but I hated Christmas as the days approach the date, everything was not in the right mood, I have lots of home works given by a few grinch professors from the university to attend to, and lastly, i don&#39;t feel like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Well, surprisingly the &quot;Grinch Christmas&quot; I was expecting was the least that ever happened. Obviously, all you have for Christmas is your family, and I was all bummed about it because I wanted to try something new, maybe like with friends or somewhere I would find stupid, and regret it later. This year was like no other, I had Christmas with my family-- emotions calmed down, broken relations temporarily were fixed. It were as if I was the glue that held everyone together in welcoming Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Mother&#39;s work shift on the 24th was from 6am to 7am, which means less time for cooking and anticipate that she would be exhausted from a 13hr shift. So yes, I did most of cooking. Father was just available on Skype since he&#39;s working abroad, I took the initiative to include him in our Noche Buena by bring the feast table nearer to the computer so he can feel the Christmas he was accustomed to. I also invited grandma over noticing that they prepared nothing, and also giving her the chance to talk to my father. I also talked and greeted my bedridden aunt with&amp;nbsp;happiness&amp;nbsp;and joy. Everything went like a blur, it was EXPRESS CHRISTMAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;From that episode of Modern Family, where Phil (Ty Burell) takes the initiative to set up a family dinner since everyone would be somewhere else on Christmas day itself. And although it was just December 16, everyone in the family divided the tasks needed for them to have their Express Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I realized, everyday CAN BE Christmas day. And the best company you can have on this day is your family. Gloria (Sofia Vergara) was able to encapsulate the perfect definition of family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Family is family, whether it&#39;s the one you started out with, the one that you end up with, or the family that you gain along the way, which make everyday, December 16 [Christmas].&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Merry Christmas everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtheblurr.blogspot.com/feeds/7747253317222913503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamtheblurr.blogspot.com/2011/12/express-christmas-tm.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5208557447287314207/posts/default/7747253317222913503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5208557447287314207/posts/default/7747253317222913503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtheblurr.blogspot.com/2011/12/express-christmas-tm.html' title='Express Christmas ™'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14925055972837886242</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/AVvXsEg5OX_cEWKAz5o2Nd26R2wW8ayXJzHXiFURbTCP9DDp0JI3_EZ8c9kYTrT_M_rYB4tsz5cb9T7sRQQuYFlHIWLcG2FuSbap0SUaBVCvW9ZlUEf0Z9SrThirOLYqKhWB_3L44wFg_8u9YfN6/s72-c/vlcsnap-2011-12-25-13h33m30s36.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5208557447287314207.post-3185467537488328684</id><published>2011-12-20T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T14:32:32.564+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="survivor"/><title type='text'>What&#39;s your name worth?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
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Survivor South Pacific has finally concluded with a bang! And by bang I mean a lot of reflection on my part. Given the entire video of the finale above, I think I could go ahead and spoil for the sake of saying what I really want to say. So go ahead and read at your own sake, after the jump...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Hell yea~, the first 5 minutes of the finale was intense and showed the remaining castaways in the light to why they should win and why they were there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;For me, this episode was more about &lt;b&gt;(1)&lt;/b&gt; my personality coming off as very blunt and arrogant, to the point that people are intimidated by me, &lt;b&gt;(2)&lt;/b&gt; what is my name worth, and lastly &lt;b&gt;(3)&lt;/b&gt; a new blend of faith, and the current faith that I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Noticing from my previous post, most people would most likely hate me at an instant. Many of my friends and even my relatives say I talk with arrogance. Yes, I would confirm that! But to me, that&#39;s better than being seen as a weak individual, because I really am weak inside. This facade seems to be effective because it fends off possible personalities that might tear me down. Ozzy called Sophie a brat, but I can see where Sophie stands at this, and she even broke down.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Quoting Sophie, &lt;i&gt;&quot;It hurts when people use your strength as your weakness&quot;&lt;/i&gt;. Sophie is not a brat, and she&#39;s just confident, &lt;i&gt;&quot;...&amp;nbsp;very blunt, and very intimidating...&quot;&lt;/i&gt;. I could not say if she&#39;s weak inside just like me, but I somehow connect with her. And *spoiler ahead* she deserved the win!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;What&#39;s your name worth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Who would have thought that the infamous Rick would blow my mind so hard, the title of this post was a quote from him during the last tribal council. Reputation-- it&#39;s one of my kryptonites. I hate putting up a good name for yourself, and in an instant all that you have is a bad reputation. Why not have a bad reputation from the start, and when you do anything good, people would praise you, and doing something bad people would not seem to care. Brilliant isn&#39;t it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;So what makes reputation my weakness? It&#39;s not MY reputation that I call my weakness, it&#39;s my father&#39;s. Ever since I was young, all I could hear from him was, &lt;i&gt;&quot;Do good, or what would other people say. I taught you right, learn to act correctly.&quot;&lt;/i&gt; &amp;nbsp;It&#39;s like being someone&#39;s pet. He&#39;s just in it for himself. But still, he&#39;s my father. I still love my father. But oh well~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Blind faith game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Moving on, and talking about R.E.M.&#39;s famous song, all I made were funny faces every time Brandon talked about religion. As Ozzy said,&amp;nbsp;&quot;He&#39;s playing the blind faith game. He thinks he&#39;s playing with god, but&amp;nbsp;he&#39;s not. He&#39;s playing with human beings who are greedy for that money.&quot; I would not explain this further, but f*ck yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Also, Ozzy finds his god in nature, it&#39;s where he thinks god lives, and it fuels him to survive the harsh environment with ease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;This post seems to be pointless and out of nowhere, but who cares. It&#39;s mine and it makes me feel good!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtheblurr.blogspot.com/feeds/3185467537488328684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamtheblurr.blogspot.com/2011/12/whats-your-name-worth.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5208557447287314207/posts/default/3185467537488328684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5208557447287314207/posts/default/3185467537488328684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtheblurr.blogspot.com/2011/12/whats-your-name-worth.html' title='What&#39;s your name worth?'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14925055972837886242</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://img.youtube.com/vi/nqSCjzukFFg/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5208557447287314207.post-1723934478781084567</id><published>2011-12-18T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T14:33:03.557+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="outcast"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="survivor"/><title type='text'>Outwit, outcast!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Let&#39;s face it, I am not the jock type of person. I don&#39;t obviously have the brawn, but I definitely have the brains!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;It has always been one of my insecurities, being NOT genetically gifted-- tall, buffed, strong, an alpha-male, that&#39;s not ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;But nature has it&#39;s ways, I belong to the outcasts in the society-- short, lanky and a nobody. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Looking at the bright side, I utilize what I have, my BRAIN. And yes, I&#39;m cocky enough to brag about my way of thinking. I&#39;ve always been amused that around my friends, they seem to not observe and infer things in the environment. I&#39;m really different, I connect with the environment and scheme or plan for my own safety and comfort. Well, blame my excessive watching of reality shows like Survivor and Big Brother. Call me paranoid, but I do believe that someone is always after me. I believe in Hobbes&#39; theory of the state of man. &quot;The world is in constant war, and every man is for themselves. No morals, no rules as long as you achieve self-actualization.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s true, man in nature is selfish, and Survivor proves you that. Well, back to the main focus of this post-- outwit, YES! I may not have the alpha-male build, but I can scheme and utilize my resources, like the alphas in my environment. I can ride on their coattails and dispatch them when I don&#39;t need them anymore. &amp;nbsp;And I would do that, and won&#39;t be sorry. I prioritize myself, and I use my brain into good use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;And if I were to participate in that Survivor challenge, all I would do is wait for someone to find the pillow, inch myself slowly and run for dear life. In that way, energy is conserved from digging, and less physical contact with the enemy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Well, it seems like the first post is a little bit the peculiar side of me which most people would consider amoral, but who cares. It&#39;s me- take me or leave me!&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamtheblurr.blogspot.com/feeds/1723934478781084567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamtheblurr.blogspot.com/2011/12/outwit-outcast.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5208557447287314207/posts/default/1723934478781084567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5208557447287314207/posts/default/1723934478781084567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamtheblurr.blogspot.com/2011/12/outwit-outcast.html' title='Outwit, outcast!'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14925055972837886242</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/AVvXsEiblKmz0YCy9gmtvGQ5jwJFvCxo9kFukewIXezGYpAmLHrZMH2P93urEStyvO2XP9BLJQ4D8cHHbpaESR3rJUAs29UAQFg5dz381o4eTHXYN4ERNHe6m-S4Lg-L-L29dZiqSo6Z29E8G72u/s72-c/vlcsnap-2011-12-18-22h11m07s42.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total><georss:featurename>Opon-Airport-Sangri Rd, Mactan - Benito Ebuen Air Base, Lapu-Lapu City, Philippines</georss:featurename><georss:point>10.319204765847722 123.97461891174316</georss:point><georss:box>10.317252265847722 123.97215141174317 10.321157265847722 123.97708641174316</georss:box></entry></feed>