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Everything about pinkwarez's hobbies, interest, inspirations and entertainment goodies</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pinkwarez.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pinkwarez.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071714640230189624/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>pinkwarez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920392269981239140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/pinkwarez" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/pinkwarez" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYHR3k_cSp7ImA9WxVSE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2071714640230189624.post-343760887750398436</id><published>2009-01-06T23:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T23:08:56.749-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-06T23:08:56.749-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Writings" /><title>How to Trigger Great Ideas - By Brian Tracy</title><content type="html">How to Trigger Great Ideas By Brian Tracy&lt;br /&gt;A major stimulant to creative thinking is focused questions. There is something about a well-worded question that often penetrates to the heart of the matter and triggers new ideas and insights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions Stimulate Creative Thinking&lt;br /&gt;Some of the best questions I've found for business problem solving are the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarify Your Desired Result&lt;br /&gt;Question #1 "What are we trying to do?" Whenever you become frustrated with slow progress for any reason, step back and ask this again and again, "What are we trying to do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Analyze Your Current Methods&lt;br /&gt;Question #2 "How are we trying to do it?" If you are experiencing resistance, perhaps your method is wrong. Be willing to objectively analyze your approach by asking, "How are we trying to do it?" Is this the right way? Could there be a better way? What if our method was completely wrong? How else could we approach it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could You Be Wrong? It requires courage to face the possibility that you may be wrong but it also leads to your seeing new possibilities. The rule is: Always decide what's right before worrying about who's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question Your Assumptions&lt;br /&gt;Another good question is, "What are our assumptions?" About the person, the product, the market, the business? What are our assumptions? Could we be assuming something that is incorrect? Someone once said that "Errant assumptions lie at the root of every failure".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if your unspoken or implied assumptions were wrong? What would you have to do differently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put Past Decisions on Trial&lt;br /&gt;Another form of focused questioning is what I call "Zero based thinking." This method requires that you put every past decision on trial for its life regularly by asking, "If I had not made this decision, knowing what I now know, would I make it?" If I had not hired this person or gotten involved in this project, knowing what I now know, would I do it over again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the answer is "NO" to one of these questions, then your aim should be to get out of the decision as fast as possible. Be willing to "cut your losses," and try something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Action Exercises&lt;br /&gt;Here are two things you can do to trigger more and better ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, be very clear about exactly what it is that you are trying to do. Write it down and describe it as if it were already achieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, question your assumptions continually. What if there were a better way? Be willing to try something completely different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2071714640230189624-343760887750398436?l=pinkwarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/pinkwarez/~4/btGdNPNLLMc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pinkwarez.blogspot.com/feeds/343760887750398436/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2071714640230189624&amp;postID=343760887750398436&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071714640230189624/posts/default/343760887750398436?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071714640230189624/posts/default/343760887750398436?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pinkwarez/~3/btGdNPNLLMc/how-to-trigger-great-ideas-by-brian.html" title="How to Trigger Great Ideas - By Brian Tracy" /><author><name>pinkwarez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920392269981239140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pinkwarez.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-to-trigger-great-ideas-by-brian.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08MQnk6fip7ImA9WxVSE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2071714640230189624.post-6595274132508331416</id><published>2009-01-06T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T23:04:43.716-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-06T23:04:43.716-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Writings" /><title>What to Do When You Don't Know What to Do - Now what??</title><content type="html">What to Do When You Don't Know What to Do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his poem "The Road Not Taken," Robert Frost compares life to a road&lt;br /&gt;in the woods.... Some paths are clear and smooth; others are bumpy and&lt;br /&gt;filled with obstacles. While Frost's poem encourages us to be bold, to&lt;br /&gt;take risks, and to explore the unknown, the truth of the matter is that&lt;br /&gt;no matter which road you choose, the time will come when you get stuck.&lt;br /&gt;Some problem will come along that is outside your realm of experience,&lt;br /&gt;or a situation will be so surprising, so startling, that you just won't&lt;br /&gt;know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you don't know what to do, it's very easy to end up in a "Now&lt;br /&gt;what?" rut... that is, a very non-productive cycle of asking "Now&lt;br /&gt;what?" over and over and over because the only answer you have is "I&lt;br /&gt;don't know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is familiar to you, I encourage you to escape the "Now what?"&lt;br /&gt;rut by considering the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It's O.K. Not to Know&lt;br /&gt;Many people get stuck right off the bat by beating themselves up for&lt;br /&gt;not having an immediate answer or for not foreseeing each and every&lt;br /&gt;problem they encounter. Nobody can know everything, and nobody can&lt;br /&gt;foresee everything, so don't spend a lot of time on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Pause, Don't Stop&lt;br /&gt;Take time to reflect on the situation at hand, to discover what the&lt;br /&gt;real problem is and what possible solutions might resolve it. But don't&lt;br /&gt;spend so much time thinking things over that you lose momentum. So&lt;br /&gt;pause, but don't stop, and press on with what you need to do. (Remember&lt;br /&gt;your science lessons: Bodies at rest tend to stay at rest...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do What You'd Do if You DID Know What to Do&lt;br /&gt;Whenever someone tells me, "I don't know what to do," I ask them what&lt;br /&gt;they would do if they did know what to do. It seems like a silly&lt;br /&gt;question, but most of the time I find that they can answer the&lt;br /&gt;question! Sometimes we are so focused on the problem that we lose sight&lt;br /&gt;of the fact that we really do know a solution to it. Asking this&lt;br /&gt;question pushes us to focus on solving things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do Anything&lt;br /&gt;There are times when you really, truly just don't have a clue about&lt;br /&gt;what to do. In these cases, doing anything is better than doing&lt;br /&gt;nothing. So, guess... go to lunch... turn left... flip a coin... Taking some&lt;br /&gt;action not only keeps you moving, it changes your perspective on the&lt;br /&gt;problem and helps you stay motivated. If what you've chosen to do is not the exact right thing to do, you'll find out soon enough and can change courses then. Of course, you may very well be correct, so you'll still be on track. Regardless, in most cases, doing something is far better (and more productive) than doing&lt;br /&gt;nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- By Jim M. Allen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2071714640230189624-6595274132508331416?l=pinkwarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/pinkwarez/~4/aOEUQp407kk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pinkwarez.blogspot.com/feeds/6595274132508331416/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2071714640230189624&amp;postID=6595274132508331416&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071714640230189624/posts/default/6595274132508331416?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071714640230189624/posts/default/6595274132508331416?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pinkwarez/~3/aOEUQp407kk/what-to-do-when-you-dont-know-what-to_06.html" title="What to Do When You Don't Know What to Do - Now what??" /><author><name>pinkwarez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920392269981239140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pinkwarez.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-to-do-when-you-dont-know-what-to_06.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QNSHg-fSp7ImA9WxVSE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2071714640230189624.post-6945781754140943352</id><published>2009-01-06T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T22:56:39.655-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-06T22:56:39.655-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Writings" /><title>Elements of Change by Chris Widener</title><content type="html">The key to achieving more than you currently are, no matter which area of your life or work you are focusing in on now, is change. The old saying rings true: If you always do what you have always done, you will always get what you’ve already got. If you keep eating and exercising the way you currently are, you will weigh the same a year from now. If you continue to sell to the same people on the same schedule, you will make the same amount of money next year. In order to move forward, we must change.&lt;br /&gt;Two things to be true about change. One, it is simple. Two, it is not easy. That is, the concept of change is simple to grasp. People or organizations are quick to say, “Oh, I know we need to change.” Simple.&lt;br /&gt;But where the problem starts, and why most people and organizations do not change, is because it is not easy to change. But, I believe, if the process is well thought out, and if we have the guts and determination to carry it out, change can happen, and we can move on to more fulfilled lives.&lt;br /&gt;Elements of change.&lt;br /&gt;Discontentment with your current state.The first step in the process of change is to not want to be where you currently are. You must be discontent with it. If you are overweight, you must say, “I will not accept this anymore.” If you are in debt, you must say, “I cannot tolerate this any longer.” If you have broken relationships, you must say, “I will not live with this.” This is a decision to change and not accept the status-quo.&lt;br /&gt;The picture of your preferred outcome.What is it that you want to change to? It absolutely is not enough to say “I need to change.” It must be: “I am going to change to…” This becomes the goal. I would encourage you to get a mental picture of it formulated in your mind. Get a real picture of it if it is that tangible. Perhaps write yourself a short essay, extolling the virtues of what life will be like when you get to the changed state.&lt;br /&gt;New associations with the two states.You must begin to associate your current state you are in with pain, and the state you want to be in with pleasure. Let’s take weight for example. We tend to think of ice cream, mounds of it, with pleasure. I know that I do. Especially chocolate chip mint. Last night we went to some friend’s house and we had some ice cream. Normal portions. I don’t like to eat normal portions. I like huge portions of ice cream. There is an association of pleasure there. But what I did to overcome the urge to eat scoop after scoop was to associate huge portions to being overweight, not the pleasure of the taste. I also associated not eating the ice cream with feeling better about myself. Then when it comes to exercise, I work on associating the exercise and weight-lifting with the pleasure of fitting into my clothes rather than the pain my muscles feel every time I do it. This help me win the battle of the mind.&lt;br /&gt;Develop a plan of short, simple steps.“I am going to lose fifty pounds in two months.” “I will sell 500% more next month.” These are examples of change that are good goals to have long term, but too big for the time allotted – and this is havoc on change! If your goals are too big in too short of time, you will fail and become discouraged. Then you will quit and decide change can’t be accomplished. Instead, you must have short, workable, attainable goals if you are going to see real change happen and stay. “I am going to lose five pounds a month for ten months.” “We are going to sell 6% more each month this year (That would double your business each year)” These are the size steps you need to take. Then you will build victory after victory.&lt;br /&gt;Discipline yourself.Sorry but this is where it is up to you. At the heart of change is the ability to discipline ourselves. I cannot lose your weight. Your mom cannot go out and make sales calls for you. The only real obstacle standing between your current state and your desired outcome is you! So do everything you can to get yourself motivated to change! Force yourself to get out of bed and get to work on your goals! Discipline yourself. Choose to make the right decision.&lt;br /&gt;Reward yourself when you have made the change.That’s right: reward yourself. You have worked hard and exerted a lot of self-discipline to get there! You deserve it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2071714640230189624-6945781754140943352?l=pinkwarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/pinkwarez/~4/kN87fE5kYgc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pinkwarez.blogspot.com/feeds/6945781754140943352/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2071714640230189624&amp;postID=6945781754140943352&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071714640230189624/posts/default/6945781754140943352?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071714640230189624/posts/default/6945781754140943352?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pinkwarez/~3/kN87fE5kYgc/elements-of-change-by-chris-widener.html" title="Elements of Change by Chris Widener" /><author><name>pinkwarez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920392269981239140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pinkwarez.blogspot.com/2009/01/elements-of-change-by-chris-widener.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcMRn0yeip7ImA9WxRaFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2071714640230189624.post-6921796821434891592</id><published>2008-12-18T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T01:38:07.392-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-18T01:38:07.392-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Favorite" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Joke" /><title>What is the difference between girls/woman aged: 8, 18, 28, 38, 48, 58, 68 and  78?</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjFtRsEmk-c/STaEuMz1zFI/AAAAAAAAAHw/4YORvwoxnHU/s1600-h/girl-pink.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275549942758624338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjFtRsEmk-c/STaEuMz1zFI/AAAAAAAAAHw/4YORvwoxnHU/s320/girl-pink.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 8 -- You take her to bed and tell her a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275550274584656194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjFtRsEmk-c/STaFBg9VOUI/AAAAAAAAAH4/t5Z7WrS9vEs/s320/girl2+-+pink.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 18 -- You tell her a story and take her to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjFtRsEmk-c/STaFjtx-TYI/AAAAAAAAAIA/FdWb45Xc6Sc/s1600-h/girl3+-+pink.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275550862142229890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjFtRsEmk-c/STaFjtx-TYI/AAAAAAAAAIA/FdWb45Xc6Sc/s320/girl3+-+pink.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 28 -- You don't need to tell her a story to take her to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjFtRsEmk-c/STaF-8Kf7wI/AAAAAAAAAII/LGqoQ1gxR5Y/s1600-h/girl4+-+pink.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275551329859661570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 70px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjFtRsEmk-c/STaF-8Kf7wI/AAAAAAAAAII/LGqoQ1gxR5Y/s320/girl4+-+pink.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 38 -- She tells you a story and takes you to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjFtRsEmk-c/STaGQoqDlUI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IRUUHm8VkMk/s1600-h/girl5+-+pink.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275551633860957506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 77px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjFtRsEmk-c/STaGQoqDlUI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IRUUHm8VkMk/s320/girl5+-+pink.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 48 -- She tells you a story to avoid going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjFtRsEmk-c/STaGliHyioI/AAAAAAAAAIY/mkx6xheVufg/s1600-h/girl6+-+pink.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275551992883874434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 79px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjFtRsEmk-c/STaGliHyioI/AAAAAAAAAIY/mkx6xheVufg/s320/girl6+-+pink.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 58 -- You stay in bed to avoid her story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjFtRsEmk-c/STaG7LarjeI/AAAAAAAAAIg/cFCJ8I6YfRA/s1600-h/girl7+-+pink.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275552364746214882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjFtRsEmk-c/STaG7LarjeI/AAAAAAAAAIg/cFCJ8I6YfRA/s320/girl7+-+pink.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 68 -- If you take her to bed, that'll be a story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjFtRsEmk-c/STaHMUmE3OI/AAAAAAAAAIo/2W8z9j7cFm8/s1600-h/girl8+-pink.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275552659267706082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjFtRsEmk-c/STaHMUmE3OI/AAAAAAAAAIo/2W8z9j7cFm8/s320/girl8+-pink.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 78 -- What story??? What bed??? Who the hell are you???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2071714640230189624-6921796821434891592?l=pinkwarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/pinkwarez/~4/dJQXmlGQoHc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pinkwarez.blogspot.com/feeds/6921796821434891592/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2071714640230189624&amp;postID=6921796821434891592&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071714640230189624/posts/default/6921796821434891592?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071714640230189624/posts/default/6921796821434891592?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pinkwarez/~3/dJQXmlGQoHc/what-is-difference-between-girlswoman.html" title="What is the difference between girls/woman aged: 8, 18, 28, 38, 48, 58, 68 and  78?" /><author><name>pinkwarez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920392269981239140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjFtRsEmk-c/STaEuMz1zFI/AAAAAAAAAHw/4YORvwoxnHU/s72-c/girl-pink.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pinkwarez.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-is-difference-between-girlswoman.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4MQ3w5eip7ImA9WxRaEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2071714640230189624.post-8092947740787986117</id><published>2008-12-13T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:29:42.222-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-13T00:29:42.222-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Writings" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christian Godefroy" /><title>This Is Good!</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;The story is told of a king in Africa who had a close friend with whom he grew up. The friend had a habit of looking at every situation that ever occurred in his life (positive or negative) and remarking, "This is good!"&lt;br /&gt;One day the king and his friend were out on a hunting expedition. The friend would load and prepare the guns for the king. The friend had apparently done something wrong in preparing one of the guns, for after taking the gun from his friend, the king fired it and his thumb was blown off.Examining the situation, the friend remarked as usual,"This is good!"To which the king replied, "No, this is NOT good!" and proceeded to send his friend to jail.&lt;br /&gt;About a year later, the king was hunting in an area that he should have known to stay clear of. Cannibals captured him and took them to their village. They tied his hands, stacked some wood, set up a stake and bound him to the stake.&lt;br /&gt;As they came near to set fire to the wood, they noticed that the king&lt;br /&gt;was missing a thumb. Being superstitious, they never ate anyone that&lt;br /&gt;was less than whole. So untying the king, they sent him on his way.&lt;br /&gt;As he returned home, he was reminded of the event that had taken his thumb and felt remorse for his treatment of his friend. He went immediately to the jail to speak with his friend.&lt;br /&gt;"You were right," he said, "it was good that my thumb was blown off."&lt;br /&gt;And he proceeded to tell the friend all that had just happened. "And so&lt;br /&gt;I am very sorry for sending you to jail for so long. It was bad for me&lt;br /&gt;to do this."&lt;br /&gt;"No," his friend replied, "This is good!""What do you mean, 'This is good'? How could it be good that I sent my&lt;br /&gt;friend to jail for a year?"&lt;br /&gt;"If I had NOT been in jail, I would have been with you."Situations may not always seem pleasant while we experiencethem, but it depends the way you see them... the choice is yours!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Christian Godefroy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2071714640230189624-8092947740787986117?l=pinkwarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/pinkwarez/~4/HieMsnTZ6As" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pinkwarez.blogspot.com/feeds/8092947740787986117/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2071714640230189624&amp;postID=8092947740787986117&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071714640230189624/posts/default/8092947740787986117?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071714640230189624/posts/default/8092947740787986117?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pinkwarez/~3/HieMsnTZ6As/story-is-told-of-king-in-africa-who-had.html" title="This Is Good!" /><author><name>pinkwarez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920392269981239140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pinkwarez.blogspot.com/2008/12/story-is-told-of-king-in-africa-who-had.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UNQnw5fip7ImA9WxRbFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2071714640230189624.post-1812027399876851924</id><published>2008-12-05T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T09:48:13.226-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-05T09:48:13.226-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Favorite" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Joke" /><title>The Curtain Rods</title><content type="html">She spent the first day packing her belongings into boxes, crates and suitcases.&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, she had the  movers come and collect her things.&lt;br /&gt;On the third day, she sat down for the last time at their beautiful dining&lt;br /&gt;room table by candlelight, put on some soft background music, and feasted&lt;br /&gt;on a pound of shrimp, a jar of caviar, and a bottle of Chardonnay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she had finished, she went into each and every room and deposited a&lt;br /&gt;few half-eaten shrimp shells dipped in caviar, into the hollow of  the curtain&lt;br /&gt;rods. She then cleaned up the kitchen and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the husband returned with his new girlfriend, all was bliss for the&lt;br /&gt;first few days. Then slowly, the house began to smell. They tried&lt;br /&gt;everything, cleaning, mopping, and airing the place out. Vents were&lt;br /&gt;checked for dead rodents, and carpets were steam cleaned. Air fresheners were hung&lt;br /&gt;everywhere. Exterminators were brought in to set off gas canisters, during&lt;br /&gt;which they had to move out for a few days, and in the end they even paid&lt;br /&gt;to replace the expensive wool carpeting. Nothing worked. People stopped&lt;br /&gt;coming over to visit. Repairmen refused to work in the house. The maid quit.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, they could not take the stench any longer and decided to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month later, even though they had cut their price in half, they could&lt;br /&gt;not find a buyer for their stinky house. Word got out, and eventually, even the local realtors refused to return their calls. Finally, they had to borrow a huge sum of money from the bank to purchase a new place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ex-wife called the man, and asked how things were going. He told her&lt;br /&gt;the saga of the rotting house. She listened politely, and said that she missed&lt;br /&gt;her old home terribly, and would be willing to reduce her divorce settlement in exchange for getting the house back. Knowing his ex-wife had no idea how bad the smell was, he agreed on price that was about 1/10th of what the&lt;br /&gt;house had been worth, but only if she were to sign the papers that very day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She agreed, and within the hour his lawyers delivered the paperwork.&lt;br /&gt;A week later the man and his girlfriend stood smiling as they watched the&lt;br /&gt;moving company pack everything to take to their new home, including the&lt;br /&gt;curtain rods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE A HAPPY ENDING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2071714640230189624-1812027399876851924?l=pinkwarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/pinkwarez/~4/NyAsgXLQVPk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pinkwarez.blogspot.com/feeds/1812027399876851924/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2071714640230189624&amp;postID=1812027399876851924&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071714640230189624/posts/default/1812027399876851924?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071714640230189624/posts/default/1812027399876851924?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pinkwarez/~3/NyAsgXLQVPk/curtain-rods.html" title="The Curtain Rods" /><author><name>pinkwarez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920392269981239140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pinkwarez.blogspot.com/2008/12/curtain-rods.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUAMRX4-fSp7ImA9WxRbFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2071714640230189624.post-2290949439658131293</id><published>2008-12-05T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T09:23:04.055-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-05T09:23:04.055-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Favorite" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Joke" /><title>Filipinisms 101</title><content type="html">*Excerpts from "Filipinisms 101" under the column 'Crazed' &lt;br /&gt;by Patricia Chanco Evangelista, Lifestyle section of 'The Philippine Star'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Achuchu (A-chu-chu).  This refers to the pointless insincerities being said during long, involved conversations about nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ano (A-noh).  The all-around, all-purpose word for everything.&lt;br /&gt;     (1) Pronoun in interrogation: Ano? (What)&lt;br /&gt;     (2) Noun: Where is your ano? (Where is your father / mother / dead-uncle's-   second-cousin)&lt;br /&gt;     (3) Verb: Anuhin this. (Paint / kill / maim / castrate this.)&lt;br /&gt;     (4) Adjective: This is so ano. (This is so pretty / big / astounding.)&lt;br /&gt;     (5) Interjection: Ano! (What the hell!)&lt;br /&gt;     (6) Substitute for genitalia: Did you ano your ano?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The use of ano is quite dangerous for the untrained ear, and must be put into the proper setting.  "Honey, the ano is too long, we have to cut it," must be accompanied by the proper understanding of the context, as results may be critical to a couple's future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Booba (boo-bah).  A female blessed with larger than usual mammary glands, which can be used as weapons of mass destruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Checheboreche (Che-che-boh-re-che).  Same as achuchu.  It is interesting to ponder on the reason why there are so many words in the Filipino language that beautifully describe meaningless chatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Epal (Eh-pal).  An individual who believes he is God.  [My personal understanding of this word is that epal is derived from the word 'papel' pronounced backwards, ala-'60's style, describing someone na mahilig pumapel. Ma-epal or ma-papel, thus the writer's description of an individual who believes he is God; akala mo alam lahat, lahat pina-papelan.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Gigil (gee-gil).  An uncontrollable desire to bite something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Hipon (Hee-pon) [My favorite!].  Literally "shrimp," whose body is eaten while its head is thrown away, this refers to a female whose body is to die for and whose face looks like it belongs to the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Indyanero (In-jan-neh-ro).  An individual who fails to appear at an appointment without prior warning.  Not to be confused with individuals who appear according to Filipino time (approximately 10 minutes before the meeting is to end).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;9. Japorms (Jah-porms).  Describes an individual dressed differently from the usual (typically involves clothes that have been laundered and pant legs of roughly the same length).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class ="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Kikay (Kee-kay).  Refers to individuals who carry a brush, hand wash, moisturizer, lip-gloss and various other facial enhancements in a case (aptly called  a kikay kit) inside her bag.  Recent inspections of various backpacks have led to the conclusion it is not purely a female trait.  This breed cannot resist checking themselves out on mirrors, glass windows, bread knives, sidewalk puddles and plastic covered notebooks.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;11. Kaekekan (Ka-ek-e-khan).  Same as achuchu and checheboreche.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;12. Kilig (Keel-leg).  A rush of excitement due to the actions, presence or even mention of he whom you see as the future father of your children.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;13. Laglag-brip (Lag-lag-brip).  The female counterpart of laglag-panti. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;14. Laglag-panti (Lag-lag-pan-tee).  A man so incredibly hot, so heart-stoppingly gorgeous and oozing with masculinity that female underwear (whether worn by males or females) falls to the ground without effort whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;15. Lagot (Lah-got).  A prophesy of evil things to come.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;16. Para (Pah-rah).  A term that informs the driver of a jeep to stop and pause (usually in the middle of the road) as the individual speaking intends to leave the vehicle.  Dangerous for individuals as drivers seem to believe having one foot in the air is all that is necessary for descent.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;17. Takusa (Ta-kuh-sa).  Derived from takot sa asawa (afraid of wife), this is a term used to describe the silent (very silent) minority of males married to feminine reincarnations of Hitler.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;18. Torpe (Tore-peh).  A gentleman who is desperately attracted to a female yet by some strange compulsion is reduced to a frozen mound of stuttering male whenever that female is near.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Now let's practice:&lt;br /&gt;"Honey, when I first saw you, I made laglag-brip, and was almost torpe.  When I finally got the nerve to date you, I almost became indyanero because I didn't think I had the right japorms.  When you're around, I'm kilig, when you're not, I get gigil.  You may think all this is achuchu, kaekekan, just checheboreche, but in truth, my love, I'm so ano with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2071714640230189624-2290949439658131293?l=pinkwarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/pinkwarez/~4/WF0ZIHq2cIw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pinkwarez.blogspot.com/feeds/2290949439658131293/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2071714640230189624&amp;postID=2290949439658131293&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071714640230189624/posts/default/2290949439658131293?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071714640230189624/posts/default/2290949439658131293?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pinkwarez/~3/WF0ZIHq2cIw/filipinisms-101.html" title="Filipinisms 101" /><author><name>pinkwarez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920392269981239140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pinkwarez.blogspot.com/2008/12/filipinisms-101.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIHRHo9fCp7ImA9WxRbE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2071714640230189624.post-3931208119332087762</id><published>2008-12-03T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T04:48:55.464-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-03T04:48:55.464-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Favorite" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Joke" /><title>Para sa mga Pinoy! Break Muna at Mag-smile!</title><content type="html">THEME SONGS NG MAG ASAWA: &lt;br /&gt;1-10 years: Araw-Araw, Gabi-Gabi&lt;br /&gt;11-20 years: Saan Ka Man Naroroon&lt;br /&gt;21-50 years: Gaano Kadalas ang Minsan&lt;br /&gt;50- above : Maala Ala Mo Kaya&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;LIFE'S CYCLE:&lt;br /&gt;3 to 8 years old: paramihan ng toys&lt;br /&gt;9 to 18: pataasan ng grades&lt;br /&gt;19 to 25: padamihan ng syota&lt;br /&gt;26 to 35: pagandahan ng asawa&lt;br /&gt;36 to 45: palakihan ng income&lt;br /&gt;46 to 55: padamihan, pagandahan at pabataan ng kabit&lt;br /&gt;56 to 70: padamihan ng sakit&lt;br /&gt;71 and above: pabonggahan ng LIBING! hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;ESSENCE OF SMELL IN LIFE: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotion for babies&lt;br /&gt;Cologne for the 20's&lt;br /&gt;Efficacent oil for the 40's&lt;br /&gt;Bawang and Luya for the 60's&lt;br /&gt;Beyond 60's.... FORMALIN NA.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;DIFFERENT PRAYERS OF SINGLE WOWEN:&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;At 15: Lord give me superMAN&lt;br /&gt;At 18: Lord give me a cute MAN&lt;br /&gt;At 20: Lord give me the best MAN&lt;br /&gt;At 30: Lord give me a good MAN&lt;br /&gt;At 40: Lord give me a MAN&lt;br /&gt;At 50: Lord give me sino MAN&lt;br /&gt;At 60: Lord maawa ka naMAN&lt;br /&gt;At 70: Lord kaya ko pa naMAN&lt;br /&gt;At 80: Lord kahit mahipo MAN lang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2071714640230189624-3931208119332087762?l=pinkwarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/pinkwarez/~4/mnE_2ROtqk0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pinkwarez.blogspot.com/feeds/3931208119332087762/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2071714640230189624&amp;postID=3931208119332087762&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071714640230189624/posts/default/3931208119332087762?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071714640230189624/posts/default/3931208119332087762?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pinkwarez/~3/mnE_2ROtqk0/para-sa-mga-pinoy-break-muna-at-mag.html" title="Para sa mga Pinoy! Break Muna at Mag-smile!" /><author><name>pinkwarez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920392269981239140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pinkwarez.blogspot.com/2008/12/para-sa-mga-pinoy-break-muna-at-mag.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUDRXY9eSp7ImA9WxRbE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2071714640230189624.post-40216214167956770</id><published>2008-12-03T04:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T04:44:34.861-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-03T04:44:34.861-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Favorite" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Joke" /><title>Para sa mga Pinoy! Istorya ni inday, dakilang alalay!</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dahil sa tindi ng kahirapan sa&lt;br /&gt;probinsya, namasukan si Inday bilang&lt;br /&gt;katulong sa Maynila. Habang ini-interview ng amo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo: Kelangan namin ng katulong para&lt;br /&gt;mag ayos ng bahay, magluto,maglaba, magplantsa, mamalengke, at&lt;br /&gt;magbantay ng mga bata. Kaya mo ba ang lahat ng ito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inday: I believe that my trained&lt;br /&gt;skills and expertise in management with&lt;br /&gt;the use of standard tools, and my&lt;br /&gt;discipline and experience will&lt;br /&gt;contribute significantly to the value&lt;br /&gt;of the work that you want, my&lt;br /&gt;creativity, productivity and work-&lt;br /&gt;efficiency and the high quality of&lt;br /&gt;outcomes I can offer will boost the&lt;br /&gt;work progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo : [nosebleed]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakaraan ang dalawang araw, umuwi ang&lt;br /&gt;amo, nakitang me bukol si junior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo: Bakit me bukol si junior?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inday: Compromising safety with&lt;br /&gt;useless aesthetics, the not-so-well&lt;br /&gt;engineered architectural design of our&lt;br /&gt;kitchen lavatory affected the&lt;br /&gt;boy's cranium with a slight boil at&lt;br /&gt;the left temple near the auditory&lt;br /&gt;organ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo: [nosebleed ulit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinagabihan, habang naghahapunan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo: Bakit maalat ang ulam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inday: The consistency was fine. But&lt;br /&gt;you see, it seems that the increased amount of sodium chloride&lt;br /&gt;(NaCl) affected the taste drastically and those actions are&lt;br /&gt;irreversible. I do apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo: [nosebleed na naman]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donya: Bakit tuwing paguwi ko,&lt;br /&gt;nadadatnan kitang nanunuod ng tv?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inday: Because I don't want you to see&lt;br /&gt;me doing absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donya: [hinimatay]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinabukasan, sinamahan ni Inday si&lt;br /&gt;junior sa principal's office dahil&lt;br /&gt;di makapunta ang amo at donya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principal: Sinuntok ni junior ang&lt;br /&gt;kanyang kaklase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inday: It's absurd! It was never a fact that he will&lt;br /&gt;inflict a fight.I can only imagine how you handle&lt;br /&gt;schizophrenic kids on this educational institution. Revise your&lt;br /&gt;policies because they suck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principal: [nag resign]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pag dating sa bahay, nandun na ang&lt;br /&gt;amo, galit na galit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo: Inday, bakit nagkalat ang basura&lt;br /&gt;sa likod ng bahay?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inday: A change in the weather&lt;br /&gt;patterns might have occurred wrecking&lt;br /&gt;havoc to the surroundings. The way the&lt;br /&gt;debris are scattered indicat es that the gust of wind was&lt;br /&gt;going northeast causing damage to the path it was heading for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo: [nosebleed ulit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habang nagluluto si Inday ng hapunan,&lt;br /&gt;malikot si junior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inday : Stop your raucous behavior. It is bound to result in property&lt;br /&gt;damages and if that happens there will be corresponding punishment to be&lt;br /&gt;inflicted upon you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junior: [takbo sa CR, punasan ang&lt;br /&gt;nagdudugong ilong]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagkatapos magluto, nanood na ng TV si&lt;br /&gt;Inday. Nabalitaan nya umalis si&lt;br /&gt;Angel Locsin sa GMA 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junior: Bakit kaya sya umalis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inday: Sometimes, people choose to leave not because of selfish reasons&lt;br /&gt;but because they just know that things will get worse if they'll stay.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving can be a tough act, and it's harder when people can't understand&lt;br /&gt;you for doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junior: [tuloy ang pagdugo ng ilong]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung gabing yon, me nag text ke Inday. Si Dodong, ang driver ng&lt;br /&gt;kapitbahay, gusto maki pag text-mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inday: To forestall further hopes of acquaintance, my unfathomable&lt;br /&gt;stat ement to the denial of your request - Petition denied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di nagla-on, dahil sa tyaga ni Dodong, nagging syota nya rin si Inday.&lt;br /&gt;Pero di tumagal ang kanilang relasyon, at nakipag-break si Inday ke&lt;br /&gt;Dodong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inday: The statute restricts me to love you but you have the&lt;br /&gt;provocations. The way you smile is the proximate cause why I love you.&lt;br /&gt;We have some rules to think of. We have no vested rights to love each&lt;br /&gt;other because the upper household dismissed my petition!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dodong : Perhaps you are mistaken, what you seem to contrive as any&lt;br /&gt;affections for you are somewhat half-hearted. I was merely attempting to&lt;br /&gt;expand my network of interests by involving you in my daily recreation.&lt;br /&gt;Hereto for, you can expect an end to any verbal articulation from myself"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me dumaan na mamang basurero, at&lt;br /&gt;narinig ang usapan ni Inday at Dodong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basurero (sabi ke Inday): Be careful in letting go of the things you&lt;br /&gt;thought are just nothing because maybe someday you'll realize that the&lt;br /&gt;one you gave away is the very thing you've been wishing for to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******** ITO NA UNG UPDATE *********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narinig ang lahat ng eto ng amo ni&lt;br /&gt;inday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo: Mula ngayon, walang magsasalita ng ingles, sinumang magpadugo ng ilong&lt;br /&gt;ko at sa anak ko, palalayasin sa pamamahay na ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inday: Ang namutawi sa inyong labi ay mataman ko pong iimbak sa sulok ng&lt;br /&gt;aking balintataw, kaibuturan ng aking puso, gugunam- gunamin. Sakbibi ng&lt;br /&gt;madlang lumbay kung mapapaalis sa gunita yaring tinuran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo: Leche, di kami sinauna!!! Yung&lt;br /&gt;makabago ang gusto ko !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inday: Tarush! Pachenes pa tong chorva eklavuboo chuva tabayishki kun&lt;br /&gt;suplandish ...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo: [ nagpakamatay]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2071714640230189624-40216214167956770?l=pinkwarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/pinkwarez/~4/m3-VPFEx93g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pinkwarez.blogspot.com/feeds/40216214167956770/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2071714640230189624&amp;postID=40216214167956770&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071714640230189624/posts/default/40216214167956770?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071714640230189624/posts/default/40216214167956770?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pinkwarez/~3/m3-VPFEx93g/para-sa-mga-pinoy-istorya-ni-inday.html" title="Para sa mga Pinoy! 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