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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8DQX8yfyp7ImA9WhRUFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318885231727628577</id><updated>2012-01-24T19:07:50.197-08:00</updated><category term="non sense joke" /><category term="Emotions" /><category term="RIP" /><category term="Drink and non sense" /><category term="Car joke" /><category term="Give up believes" /><category term="I'm loving it" /><category term="parody found online" /><category term="Food" /><category term="Poem - one poor guy" /><category term="sexiofuwaynia" /><category term="Haselnut magnet cracker" /><category term="Joke Not Plato's" /><category term="Disappointing sad story" /><category term="Car" /><category term="Me sick" /><category term="Mind of corn" /><category term="Copperlight Infakemenn" /><category term="Enginonsenseering" /><category term="friends" /><category term="Books" /><title>FatCow Overtrue</title><subtitle type="html">Silence is gold, Voice is silver and Sales is money.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>Kenneth K. Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01541450177719248353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tARbLzbuME8/TnnHsQjz4AI/AAAAAAAAAWw/K1DJvIxOHL4/s220/icetatoo.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>500</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/fatcowovertrue" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="fatcowovertrue" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08HQHg-fSp7ImA9WxNbGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318885231727628577.post-9110941279895626447</id><published>2007-04-26T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T03:30:31.655-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-23T03:30:31.655-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mind of corn" /><title>Diplomatic</title><content type="html">An employment related test showed my leadership type as diplomatic, this test is surprisingly accurate into a deep extend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is diplomatic? In my sarcastic way of description, it is the ultimate con man being used and trust in its best. It is the contact interface and first line defense of a system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What differs a con and a diplo is that con will trick both inward and outward in order to get benefit for itself, and a diplo will only trick outward if it benefit inwards. Sad truth about a diplo is that they have to be confidence of what it represent all the time for and weakness they shown might risk what's on their back. For example, in country to country scale diplomatic, any sign of nervous shown on a diplo's face might cause button press or troops deployed. For any wild guess, even non rational ones, might fit in to description creating huge chaos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only facial expression that they can ever display is a perfect smile, not too much nor less. A good diplo is one that can override all personal feelings but can still precept feeling of other for all processing and calculation in a real time situation in order to comprehend the real deal of what they be facing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without understanding of others, a meeting would just be like talking to a wall or command input to a frozen computer, no idea if the command will be processed or accepted at all. No facial expression, and always doubtful on anything, even itself, for peace and safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most important of all is that a diplo duty is to deal with large scale interactions which they are unable to cause or stop. That's why a consulate's car is considered land of that consulate and authorities won't ticket such car because it is intrusion of another country, which could mean war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if a non US cop, not Interpol either, stop you in US land and give you a ticket that you have to pay to that non US country?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. A spy is whom trick inward to benefit outward. For trustful and ability approved personnel, simple busting is good enough for anyone to judge. Worse when diplo have tried to save face of all and failed. It doesn't and haven't done anything, when it be monitored by every party already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318885231727628577-9110941279895626447?l=fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/feeds/9110941279895626447/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/2007/04/diplomatic.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318885231727628577/posts/default/9110941279895626447?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318885231727628577/posts/default/9110941279895626447?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/2007/04/diplomatic.html" title="Diplomatic" /><author><name>Kenneth K. Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01541450177719248353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tARbLzbuME8/TnnHsQjz4AI/AAAAAAAAAWw/K1DJvIxOHL4/s220/icetatoo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0AMSHk_fip7ImA9WxNbGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318885231727628577.post-8954608860171920092</id><published>2007-04-25T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T03:29:49.746-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-23T03:29:49.746-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Haselnut magnet cracker" /><title>Prisoner's Dew Llama</title><content type="html">For in/out of box mind, non-envious follow by forgiveness is the move for those who play by book in game theory. In a beyond box mind, one could stay nice as an exit strategy to conserve more resource for another game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If situation permit only win-lose or lose-lose, always nice can also be effective as a bait to lure opposing side into losing which will ironically promoted the would have been losing side into winning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the box that kept people in, it's people have the box to kept them in for safe. Beyond box is not no box, which is total risk, it's risk reduction to re-enable a safe game instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318885231727628577-8954608860171920092?l=fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/feeds/8954608860171920092/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/2007/04/prisoner-dew-llama.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318885231727628577/posts/default/8954608860171920092?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318885231727628577/posts/default/8954608860171920092?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/2007/04/prisoner-dew-llama.html" title="Prisoner&amp;#39;s Dew Llama" /><author><name>Kenneth K. Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01541450177719248353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tARbLzbuME8/TnnHsQjz4AI/AAAAAAAAAWw/K1DJvIxOHL4/s220/icetatoo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ADSHk6fip7ImA9WxNbGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318885231727628577.post-3502714193993728273</id><published>2007-04-23T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T03:29:39.716-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-23T03:29:39.716-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sexiofuwaynia" /><title>Milking cows, unwilling flag in ladies and vegetables</title><content type="html">For those who have been to a farm with cow (or ox? my engulishe horillible), its a good opportunity to know how to milk those black and white cow with big pinkie titties, ever wonder why would they stay there and let a human milk them? To modern people, it is something that is hard to understand, unlike mothers, its easier for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the aspect of an animal, their brain will sent unpleasant signal if needs aren't satisfied, and signal of pleasure as feedback when designated organs are being stimulated. Put it this way, for a female with improper wired brain who suffer from not being able to obtain feedback in ordinary way, might as well enjoy what traditionally perceived as suffering for human brain will strengthen the feedback to override the suffering, which is still higher by the dosage amount minus the suffer deduction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't get me wrong, all of the above have requirements, which is the agree from the host of such body. Without permit, its will not be tolerate by any individual, organizations made up with individuals and rules by organization agree by majority of individuals to help us live as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For elder human who have high risk of heart problem due to a high sodium in blood level tend to eat more vegetable and less salt. However the kind of vegetable that reduce most sodium, have the most sodium in itself. Reason? The green itself have most sodium must have high level of sodium resistance, when we take it, our body will simply take the higher level good resistance the body needs and discard the unwanted sodium which made the process more effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good things work mysteriously, bad things work destructively and the ugly is writing and horny, going masturbate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318885231727628577-3502714193993728273?l=fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/feeds/3502714193993728273/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/2007/04/milking-cows-unwilling-flag-in-ladies.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318885231727628577/posts/default/3502714193993728273?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318885231727628577/posts/default/3502714193993728273?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/2007/04/milking-cows-unwilling-flag-in-ladies.html" title="Milking cows, unwilling flag in ladies and vegetables" /><author><name>Kenneth K. Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01541450177719248353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tARbLzbuME8/TnnHsQjz4AI/AAAAAAAAAWw/K1DJvIxOHL4/s220/icetatoo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ACQHs9eSp7ImA9WxNbGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318885231727628577.post-733055961623329376</id><published>2007-04-23T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T03:29:21.561-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-23T03:29:21.561-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sexiofuwaynia" /><title>For the time being</title><content type="html">Since the first post, the reason for blogging is only to find a place to put on some of my thoughts, so that I can review myself in future. No idea that it would ever be read by others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I must have under estimated the net which have to power to rock my life. The process of mind reformat should be complete in little time, and should have no new blog as an appreciation for granted freedom to be alive and free from camp."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My crazy response to illusions from mental illness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318885231727628577-733055961623329376?l=fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/feeds/733055961623329376/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/2007/04/for-time-being.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318885231727628577/posts/default/733055961623329376?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318885231727628577/posts/default/733055961623329376?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/2007/04/for-time-being.html" title="For the time being" /><author><name>Kenneth K. Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01541450177719248353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tARbLzbuME8/TnnHsQjz4AI/AAAAAAAAAWw/K1DJvIxOHL4/s220/icetatoo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0AAR386eCp7ImA9WxNbGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318885231727628577.post-8926454805711021562</id><published>2007-03-29T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T03:29:06.110-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-23T03:29:06.110-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Car joke" /><title>TDI Power</title><content type="html">&lt;blockquote&gt;Never Follow&lt;br /&gt;Audi manufactures exquisite cars – attractive, sophisticated and technically formidable. Our success stems from creativity, commitment and enthusiasm - and dedication to giving drivers and passengers exactly what they want. Consistently leading the way through groundbreaking innovations, we strive to continually advance and show what we mean by Never Follow.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Quoted from Audi of America's page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TDI, Turbo diesel Injection by Audi, unleashes full potential of diesel in a performance aspect. Currently only a Q7 V12 prototype is equipped with a 6.0 V12 TDI engine that delivers 500 bhp(368kW) and monster 1000Nm of torque power. Hopefully by the time TDI are available, I will be able to afford a A4 3.0 TDI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my point of view, gasoline fuel might be replaced by diesel for it is a reasonable solution. With other new upcoming form of potable refillable energy and new technology, like hybrid, all together sparkled a new era in automobile industry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now let's enjoy a video presentation by Audi Sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JcFUE1i-XB8" name="movie"&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode"&gt;&lt;embed wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JcFUE1i-XB8" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318885231727628577-8926454805711021562?l=fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/feeds/8926454805711021562/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/2007/03/tdi-power.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318885231727628577/posts/default/8926454805711021562?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318885231727628577/posts/default/8926454805711021562?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/2007/03/tdi-power.html" title="TDI Power" /><author><name>Kenneth K. Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01541450177719248353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tARbLzbuME8/TnnHsQjz4AI/AAAAAAAAAWw/K1DJvIxOHL4/s220/icetatoo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0AGQH4yfyp7ImA9WxNbGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318885231727628577.post-2708986003319456275</id><published>2007-03-29T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T03:28:41.097-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-23T03:28:41.097-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Copperlight Infakemenn" /><title>Facts</title><content type="html">&lt;blockquote&gt;Girl facts:&lt;br /&gt;When she wants a hug, she will just stand there.&lt;br /&gt;When you break a girls heart, she still feels it when you run into each other 3 years later.&lt;br /&gt;When a girl is quiet, millions of things are running through her mind.&lt;br /&gt;When a girl is not arguing, she is thinking deeply.&lt;br /&gt;When a girl looks at you with eyes full of questions, she is wondering how long you will be around.&lt;br /&gt;When a girl answers, "I'm fine, " after a few seconds, she is not fine at all.&lt;br /&gt;When a girl stares at you, she is wondering why you are so wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;When a girl lays her head on your chest, she is wishing for you to be hers forever.&lt;br /&gt;When a girl says that she can't live without you, she has made up her mind that you are her future.&lt;br /&gt;When a girl says, "I miss you," no one in this world can miss you more than that.&lt;br /&gt;When a girl is mean to you after a breakup she wants you back, but she's scared she'll get hurt and knows you're gone forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy Facts:&lt;br /&gt;When a guy calls you, he wants to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;When a guy is quiet, He's listening to you.&lt;br /&gt;When a guy is not arguing, he realizes he's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;When a guy says, "I'm fine, " after a few minutes, he means it.&lt;br /&gt;When a guy stares at you, he wishes you would care about him and wonders if you do.&lt;br /&gt;When you're laying your head on a guy's chest, he has the world.&lt;br /&gt;When a guy calls you everyday, he is in love.&lt;br /&gt;When a good guy tells you he loves you, he means it.&lt;br /&gt;When a guy says he can't live without you, he's with you till you're done.&lt;br /&gt;When a guy says, "I miss you, " he misses you more than you could have ever miss him or anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Copied from craiglist www.craigslist.com, author unknown)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JzqumbhfxRo" name="movie"&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode"&gt;&lt;embed wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JzqumbhfxRo" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318885231727628577-2708986003319456275?l=fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/feeds/2708986003319456275/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/2007/03/facts.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318885231727628577/posts/default/2708986003319456275?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318885231727628577/posts/default/2708986003319456275?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/2007/03/facts.html" title="Facts" /><author><name>Kenneth K. Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01541450177719248353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tARbLzbuME8/TnnHsQjz4AI/AAAAAAAAAWw/K1DJvIxOHL4/s220/icetatoo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ENR387fCp7ImA9WxNbGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318885231727628577.post-7236579274388294126</id><published>2007-03-26T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T03:28:16.104-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-23T03:28:16.104-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Emotions" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poem - one poor guy" /><title>Series of unfortunated event</title><content type="html">Too much misleading track are being implemented to a series of unfortunate event exploding one little mind and KO one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can be worse than that?&lt;br /&gt;Well consider that one who physically endured &lt;br /&gt;3rd degree burn on 2%&lt;br /&gt;and 2nd degree over 8% of skin&lt;br /&gt;and lucky enough to have an infection on half of them&lt;br /&gt;and the solution by the doctor would be&lt;br /&gt;scratch those yellow things out with scissor&lt;br /&gt;during the age of 11 provide a roll of spandex&lt;br /&gt;as the pain holder for the teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And psychologically one lose&lt;br /&gt;career,&lt;br /&gt;relationship,&lt;br /&gt;family,&lt;br /&gt;friendship&lt;br /&gt;over a period which was supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;the happiest goal successful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus unbearable pressure since age of 3 which&lt;br /&gt;given a set of teeth grinder into the age of 60 at 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Series of unfortunate event is a warm experience&lt;br /&gt;that will put a gentle smile on one face just to be able to see joy of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For real, the lady who welcome oneself into the real world is sweet since&lt;br /&gt;this is the 1st time one be welcomed for arrival at age of 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidence, don't have,&lt;br /&gt;one never asked for believe in words but trust;&lt;br /&gt;for one want to identify who truly is oneself too.&lt;br /&gt;One is weak and blame none,&lt;br /&gt;managed only to survive for happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Poem, by one poor guy laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video of the post: Wonderboy in Monster Land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MMb9_Uhe9uY&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MMb9_Uhe9uY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318885231727628577-7236579274388294126?l=fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/feeds/7236579274388294126/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/2007/03/series-of-unfortunated-event.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318885231727628577/posts/default/7236579274388294126?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318885231727628577/posts/default/7236579274388294126?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/2007/03/series-of-unfortunated-event.html" title="Series of unfortunated event" /><author><name>Kenneth K. Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01541450177719248353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tARbLzbuME8/TnnHsQjz4AI/AAAAAAAAAWw/K1DJvIxOHL4/s220/icetatoo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0INRnk-eSp7ImA9WxNbGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318885231727628577.post-95043513285144469</id><published>2007-03-06T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T03:26:37.751-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-23T03:26:37.751-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Joke Not Plato's" /><title>FatCow's apology</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;According to web information about my personality types, it said that my rational mind, logical thought and error dropping reasoning skills are being misunderstood as arrogance by less decisive. The above sentence actually shows how and why misunderstanding happen. Self centered is obviously why and by blaming misunderstand by other is how arrogance is perceived. For humble folks, It is the intj misrepresent themselves towards others instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However an outta image of self-centering ignorant could make good high price sales, on product, business even human (myself?). And of course, just like a box of Forrest Gump chocolate, you never know what you gonna get until you actually tried one yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318885231727628577-95043513285144469?l=fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/feeds/95043513285144469/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/2007/03/fatcow-apology.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318885231727628577/posts/default/95043513285144469?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318885231727628577/posts/default/95043513285144469?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/2007/03/fatcow-apology.html" title="FatCow's apology" /><author><name>Kenneth K. Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01541450177719248353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tARbLzbuME8/TnnHsQjz4AI/AAAAAAAAAWw/K1DJvIxOHL4/s220/icetatoo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MHQ3c-fSp7ImA9WxNbGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318885231727628577.post-3183079139562084124</id><published>2007-02-12T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T03:23:52.955-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-23T03:23:52.955-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Disappointing sad story" /><title>You are mine!</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UPssUC8ey2w" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;embed width="425" height="350" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UPssUC8ey2w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; I will earn you back. (3/10/07 clarification: The 400K+300K Grand prize is mine, now that given a chance to work in the company shown in one of those PC, I can earn the prize back through sales.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318885231727628577-3183079139562084124?l=fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/feeds/3183079139562084124/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-are-mine.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318885231727628577/posts/default/3183079139562084124?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318885231727628577/posts/default/3183079139562084124?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-are-mine.html" title="You are mine!" /><author><name>Kenneth K. Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01541450177719248353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tARbLzbuME8/TnnHsQjz4AI/AAAAAAAAAWw/K1DJvIxOHL4/s220/icetatoo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QMRX85fyp7ImA9WxNbGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318885231727628577.post-7678007667618033583</id><published>2007-02-11T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T03:23:04.127-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-23T03:23:04.127-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="parody found online" /><title>An apple a day</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Two mac parody today funny *Adult Strong language Advice blah blah blah* If human's 1st step on the moon is important, what about alien's 1st learned word? I'm sure foul language is on the top 10 list of words that you learn of any foreign language.&lt;br /&gt;Frustration with mac&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rEvYETWVK6M" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;embed width="425" height="350" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rEvYETWVK6M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318885231727628577-7678007667618033583?l=fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/feeds/7678007667618033583/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/2007/02/apple-day.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318885231727628577/posts/default/7678007667618033583?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318885231727628577/posts/default/7678007667618033583?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/2007/02/apple-day.html" title="An apple a day" /><author><name>Kenneth K. Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01541450177719248353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tARbLzbuME8/TnnHsQjz4AI/AAAAAAAAAWw/K1DJvIxOHL4/s220/icetatoo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UHSH45eyp7ImA9WxNbGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318885231727628577.post-8979551977379895927</id><published>2007-02-08T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T03:20:39.023-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-23T03:20:39.023-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I'm loving it" /><title>Myth of sucks</title><content type="html">This world is full of wonder and myths. Take McDonald for example, there are three things that is so amazing that I call them magic. No surprise that their famous fries is first on the list, or should I say notorious...... Before I go deep into that, let's see how regular fries are being made. All we need is potato, water and cooking oil for frying it. Here we go, chop the potato and let it soak in the water for a minute, then fry it in oil until it turns golden, wala here you got In'n Out fries, simply tasty. For McD's they got their fries in store frozen and pre-cut, they just fry it and serve. Oil doesn't do much because you got about same taste with home oil and the frozen ones taste regular. Since they are cut not formed potato strips, it have the mighty power to preserve the freshness of the fries for years (fries took about 6 months from empty farm field to become potato and to get to your mouth) even after its being fried(a special scenes from movie &amp;quot;Super size me&amp;quot;), odorless/tasteless, bio degradable(unlike corn you wont be able to find any bit of it in your poo even if you swallow it without a bite) and so tasty, magic but I'm loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our No. 2 on the list are their eggs. Their thick but tender still thoroughly cooked egg in muffin and the ever wonder what have they add scramble egg. What make them special is that the only difference between them is when they break the yoke. The fact is that nothing is added to the scramble egg other then breaking it in the mixing bowl, and no matter what, you just wont be able to scramble your egg to be like them at home, another magic but I prefer the muffin egg better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last item is of surprise, their beef. If you ask anyone about their beef for sure no one will be giving any positive comments. Despite their negative public image, the beef they use is surprisingly good in quality. All they do in store is put the patty on their stove, give it a shift of salt and pepper, then place another heat source on top of it to cook it thoroughly. The reality is that if their hamburger isn't so under priced they could make it better for they are unwilling to eliminate other local food businesses. Hard to believe? I learn this by reheating the beef of a burger that had been in freezer for a few days on the stove. The result is unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In real world, the lamp disguise in a wolf skin, the wolf disguise in a human skin, and the wolf hunter? I have no idea, you can ask that Sheppard with night vision goggle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318885231727628577-8979551977379895927?l=fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/feeds/8979551977379895927/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/2007/02/myth-of-sucks.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318885231727628577/posts/default/8979551977379895927?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318885231727628577/posts/default/8979551977379895927?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/2007/02/myth-of-sucks.html" title="Myth of sucks" /><author><name>Kenneth K. Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01541450177719248353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tARbLzbuME8/TnnHsQjz4AI/AAAAAAAAAWw/K1DJvIxOHL4/s220/icetatoo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YFSXk9eip7ImA9WxNbGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318885231727628577.post-7713461625244136753</id><published>2007-01-29T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T03:18:38.762-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-23T03:18:38.762-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="non sense joke" /><title>Jet Thrust</title><content type="html">Jet + Thrust. Will bring anything to fly :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CwVaYuIPJHY&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CwVaYuIPJHY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318885231727628577-7713461625244136753?l=fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/feeds/7713461625244136753/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/2007/01/jet-thrust.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318885231727628577/posts/default/7713461625244136753?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318885231727628577/posts/default/7713461625244136753?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/2007/01/jet-thrust.html" title="Jet Thrust" /><author><name>Kenneth K. Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01541450177719248353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tARbLzbuME8/TnnHsQjz4AI/AAAAAAAAAWw/K1DJvIxOHL4/s220/icetatoo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YERX44cCp7ImA9WxNbGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318885231727628577.post-993659788505630111</id><published>2007-01-11T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T03:18:24.038-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-23T03:18:24.038-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends" /><title>Fat Joe!!!</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Fat Joe perform on stage with Joey Yung in Las Vagas!!! Good job dude. I wonder how much this 200 Vagas on stage seconds worth. Can I say first Everquest player ever do such thing in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AcCNQ9zSiBI" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;embed width="425" height="350" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AcCNQ9zSiBI"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318885231727628577-993659788505630111?l=fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/feeds/993659788505630111/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/2007/01/fat-joe.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318885231727628577/posts/default/993659788505630111?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318885231727628577/posts/default/993659788505630111?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/2007/01/fat-joe.html" title="Fat Joe!!!" /><author><name>Kenneth K. Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01541450177719248353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tARbLzbuME8/TnnHsQjz4AI/AAAAAAAAAWw/K1DJvIxOHL4/s220/icetatoo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cBQ3k_fyp7ImA9WxNbGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318885231727628577.post-2481465929964172927</id><published>2006-12-11T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T03:17:32.747-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-23T03:17:32.747-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="non sense joke" /><title>I must be outta my mind</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Here comes the X'mas month, may be I should just move to some where that no one celebrates it (Antarctica??) for this could well be a horrific month for creatures like me, an evil ';:;&amp;quot; against Satan (&amp;gt;.&amp;lt;), to survive. Done with the self pun, back to the reality. Things around me is going totally insane, weird things kept piling on me. The worst part is, my mind is driving from rational to sensational, meaning that under any circumstances, I will make horrible choice and take terrible actions guaranteed to create a tragedy that hurts others and myself, if not dead, the worst. This dark demon of mine is of the most powerful however under the restrain of a little fairy's fine soft thread........going sensation again, see! It's not even spring yet, DAMN IT! Gotta watch more hardcore bloody BDSM porn and masturbate, yes masturbate not sex GOSH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318885231727628577-2481465929964172927?l=fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/feeds/2481465929964172927/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-must-be-outta-my-mind.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318885231727628577/posts/default/2481465929964172927?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318885231727628577/posts/default/2481465929964172927?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-must-be-outta-my-mind.html" title="I must be outta my mind" /><author><name>Kenneth K. Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01541450177719248353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tARbLzbuME8/TnnHsQjz4AI/AAAAAAAAAWw/K1DJvIxOHL4/s220/icetatoo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4ASX47cCp7ImA9WxNbGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318885231727628577.post-2523845789038143385</id><published>2006-11-27T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T03:15:48.008-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-23T03:15:48.008-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Car" /><title>Dream</title><content type="html">I love cars since I was young. More specifically, it's car engine that's attractive to me, the beauty of the internal combustion engine had led me to mechanical engineering. In the year of 1995(or 96 I forgot), McLaren F1 GTR had won both the 24hr Le Mens GT group and overall champion, a historical winning for its the first GT race cars outrun the Group C's. The heart of the F1 GTR, a 60 degree angle V12 N.A. engine designed and manufactured by BMW M power had become my dream. Time has changed and so does my dream, goal and life, McLaren F1 GTR will always be one of the best. The following video has captured the perfect acoustic resonance by the fine tune engine, I called it a mechanical piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P1KmxJ6Daic&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P1KmxJ6Daic&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318885231727628577-2523845789038143385?l=fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/feeds/2523845789038143385/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/2006/11/dream.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318885231727628577/posts/default/2523845789038143385?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318885231727628577/posts/default/2523845789038143385?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/2006/11/dream.html" title="Dream" /><author><name>Kenneth K. Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01541450177719248353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tARbLzbuME8/TnnHsQjz4AI/AAAAAAAAAWw/K1DJvIxOHL4/s220/icetatoo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4GRnY9eCp7ImA9WxNbGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318885231727628577.post-2146941064411920043</id><published>2006-11-11T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T03:15:27.860-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-23T03:15:27.860-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Books" /><title>A powerful seed</title><content type="html">Recalling from an old book that I've read, which became part of myself. "All I really need to know I learned in kindergarten" by Robert Fulghum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;All I really need to know about how to live and what to do and how to be I learned in kindergarten. Wisdom was not at the top of the graduate school mountain, but there in the sand pile at school.&lt;br /&gt;These are the things I learned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Share everything.&lt;br /&gt;    * Play fair.&lt;br /&gt;    * Don't hit people.&lt;br /&gt;    * Put things back where you found them.&lt;br /&gt;    * Clean up your own mess.&lt;br /&gt;    * Don't take things that aren't yours.&lt;br /&gt;    * Say you're sorry when you hurt somebody.&lt;br /&gt;    * Wash your hands before you eat.&lt;br /&gt;    * Flush.&lt;br /&gt;    * Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you.&lt;br /&gt;    * Live a balanced life - learn some and think some and draw and paint and sing and dance and play and work every day some.&lt;br /&gt;    * Take a nap every afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;    * When you go out in the world, watch out for traffic, hold hands and stick together.&lt;br /&gt;    * Be aware of wonder. Remember the little seed in the Styrofoam cup: the roots go down and the plant goes up and nobody really knows how or why, but we are all like that.&lt;br /&gt;    * Goldfish and hamsters and white mice and even the little seed in the Styrofoam cup - they all die. So do we.&lt;br /&gt;    * And then remember the Dick-and-Jane books and the first word you learned - the biggest word of all - LOOK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything you need to know is in there somewhere. The Golden Rule and love and basic sanitation. Ecology and politics and equality and sane living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take any one of those items and extrapolate it into sophisticated adult terms and apply it to your family life or your work or government or your world and it holds true and clear and firm. Think what a better world it would be if we all - the whole world - had cookies and milk at about 3 o'clock in the afternoon and then lay down with our blankets for a nap. Or if all governments had as a basic policy to always put things back where they found them and to clean up their own mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is still true, no matter how old you are, when you go out in the world, it is best to hold hands and stick together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318885231727628577-2146941064411920043?l=fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/feeds/2146941064411920043/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/2006/11/powerful-seed.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318885231727628577/posts/default/2146941064411920043?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318885231727628577/posts/default/2146941064411920043?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/2006/11/powerful-seed.html" title="A powerful seed" /><author><name>Kenneth K. Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01541450177719248353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tARbLzbuME8/TnnHsQjz4AI/AAAAAAAAAWw/K1DJvIxOHL4/s220/icetatoo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8NRH0yfip7ImA9WxNbGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318885231727628577.post-4130957680056498037</id><published>2006-11-07T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T03:14:55.396-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-23T03:14:55.396-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Give up believes" /><title>Quest for angel</title><content type="html">An outline of the whole project is finally forming. The situation went from being flash banged to crawling through smoke grenade.My vision is back but drag forces behind my back has doubled, I wonder if a handle is put on my shoulder with a sign saying &amp;quot;pull me&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my foot is already on its first step, let see if I am lucky enough to be able to move the other leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: Quest for &lt;a href="http://paulgraham.com/guidetoinvestors.html"&gt;angel&lt;/a&gt;......hopefully my luck have not drained empty when I was pursuing the castle in the sky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318885231727628577-4130957680056498037?l=fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/feeds/4130957680056498037/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/2006/11/quest-for-angel.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318885231727628577/posts/default/4130957680056498037?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318885231727628577/posts/default/4130957680056498037?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/2006/11/quest-for-angel.html" title="Quest for angel" /><author><name>Kenneth K. Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01541450177719248353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tARbLzbuME8/TnnHsQjz4AI/AAAAAAAAAWw/K1DJvIxOHL4/s220/icetatoo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAHQHk4eCp7ImA9WxNbGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318885231727628577.post-515217843981696903</id><published>2006-10-12T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T03:12:11.730-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-23T03:12:11.730-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="non sense joke" /><title>On your mark!</title><content type="html">Without any specific reason, without any specific cause, I am going to execute the project that has stuck in my mind for quite a while. Meaning that I am going to abuse myself until January with stress and anxiety ten times worse then what I have been through ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If you don't enjoy the process of starting a business then you will probably not succeed. It's just too much work, and it will suck you dry&lt;br /&gt;if you're not having fun doing it.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;a href="http://rondam.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ron Garret&lt;/a&gt; your &lt;a href="http://rondam.blogspot.com/2006/10/top-ten-geek-business-myths.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; is an aspirin to me, now I'm sure that my life will be miserable enough that I would just rather be dead. I don't enjoy it, but the suffering it generates is my poison candy, I'm loving it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318885231727628577-515217843981696903?l=fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/feeds/515217843981696903/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/2006/10/on-your-mark.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318885231727628577/posts/default/515217843981696903?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318885231727628577/posts/default/515217843981696903?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/2006/10/on-your-mark.html" title="On your mark!" /><author><name>Kenneth K. Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01541450177719248353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tARbLzbuME8/TnnHsQjz4AI/AAAAAAAAAWw/K1DJvIxOHL4/s220/icetatoo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUMSX49eSp7ImA9WxNbGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318885231727628577.post-4035012650506825138</id><published>2006-02-09T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T02:48:08.061-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-23T02:48:08.061-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Drink and non sense" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Food" /><title>Random Thoughts</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Marketing idea for soda companies, which is similar to the way that open source community did. Give freedom back to the customer with choice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318885231727628577-4035012650506825138?l=fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/feeds/4035012650506825138/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/2006/02/random-thoughts.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318885231727628577/posts/default/4035012650506825138?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318885231727628577/posts/default/4035012650506825138?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/2006/02/random-thoughts.html" title="Random Thoughts" /><author><name>Kenneth K. Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01541450177719248353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tARbLzbuME8/TnnHsQjz4AI/AAAAAAAAAWw/K1DJvIxOHL4/s220/icetatoo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUHR3szcSp7ImA9WxNbGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318885231727628577.post-8658240103280998967</id><published>2006-02-09T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T02:47:16.589-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-23T02:47:16.589-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="RIP" /><title>Mana Regen</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;The night is late, I can almost smell the darkness in the air.&amp;nbsp; It makes such a perfect sence for me to depress but I didnt. I think that I'm finally recovering from the crysis that I've had, slowly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318885231727628577-8658240103280998967?l=fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/feeds/8658240103280998967/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/2006/02/mana-regen.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318885231727628577/posts/default/8658240103280998967?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318885231727628577/posts/default/8658240103280998967?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/2006/02/mana-regen.html" title="Mana Regen" /><author><name>Kenneth K. Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01541450177719248353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tARbLzbuME8/TnnHsQjz4AI/AAAAAAAAAWw/K1DJvIxOHL4/s220/icetatoo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUCQn48fyp7ImA9WxNbGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318885231727628577.post-4201910666593615974</id><published>2006-02-06T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T02:47:43.077-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-23T02:47:43.077-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Enginonsenseering" /><title>Stupid idea by a dumbass, who wrote this crab</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Microwave steam engine.&lt;br /&gt;Power sourcing from either solar or fuel cell providing energy to the magnetron in order to make superheated water, can safe that blast for later uses.&lt;br /&gt;Sims like I need some help from a doctor, a medical one, really. To see if there are brain transplant to replace the current retarded brain that I have. Sigh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318885231727628577-4201910666593615974?l=fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/feeds/4201910666593615974/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/2006/02/stupid-idea-by-dumbass-who-wrote-this.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318885231727628577/posts/default/4201910666593615974?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318885231727628577/posts/default/4201910666593615974?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/2006/02/stupid-idea-by-dumbass-who-wrote-this.html" title="Stupid idea by a dumbass, who wrote this crab" /><author><name>Kenneth K. Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01541450177719248353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tARbLzbuME8/TnnHsQjz4AI/AAAAAAAAAWw/K1DJvIxOHL4/s220/icetatoo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUER349fyp7ImA9WxNbGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318885231727628577.post-5517195744541998132</id><published>2006-01-04T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T02:46:46.067-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-23T02:46:46.067-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Me sick" /><title>Happy two thousand and six/sick</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;First thing I got in 2006, sick.&lt;br /&gt;Things did while recovering:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sit in front of computer all day long&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not sleeping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smoking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lots of candy and soda&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;How come normal living sounds much like suicide :/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318885231727628577-5517195744541998132?l=fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/feeds/5517195744541998132/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-two-thousand-and-sixsick.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318885231727628577/posts/default/5517195744541998132?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318885231727628577/posts/default/5517195744541998132?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fatcowovertrue.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-two-thousand-and-sixsick.html" title="Happy two thousand and six/sick" /><author><name>Kenneth K. Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01541450177719248353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tARbLzbuME8/TnnHsQjz4AI/AAAAAAAAAWw/K1DJvIxOHL4/s220/icetatoo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>

