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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/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385332</id><updated>2009-11-27T20:36:46.122+08:00</updated><title type="text">wayne manuel</title><subtitle type="html">my consolidated feed</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wdmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://wdmanuel.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385332/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25" /><author><name>wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15593530929043813059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>966</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/wdmanuel" type="application/atom+xml" /><feedburner:emailServiceId xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0">wdmanuel</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0">http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385332.post-7353610772674090748</id><published>2009-10-04T22:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T22:35:50.792+08:00</updated><title type="text">The September Issue</title><summary type="html">"The September Issue" is a documentary on what goes on in the production of the thickest issue of the year for Vogue. The film deconstructs the dynamics between the editor-in-chief Anna Wintour and the creative director Grace Coddington. The film was advertised as mostly about Anna but I think that the star was Grace and her amazing talent of telling a story in pictures. She was just amazing. Her&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/wdmanuel/~4/t7lVIFJc-3o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wdmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/10/september-issue.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385332/posts/default/7353610772674090748" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385332/posts/default/7353610772674090748" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://wdmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/10/september-issue.html" title="The September Issue" /><author><name>wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15593530929043813059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17979292708265103264" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385332.post-943643814984489046</id><published>2009-06-05T02:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T11:39:13.508+08:00</updated><title type="text">Mapping Party</title><summary type="html">Google PH organized a "Mapping Party" today (Thursday) at Bubba Gump Greenbelt. The venue could have been better as there was no stage that could have allowed everybody to focus on the program. Also, the sound system wasn't that good and there was only one microphone.The format of the program was that the moderator would ask us questions and open the floor for questions. I miss speaking in front &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/wdmanuel/~4/MSKldCsvrGQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wdmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/06/mapping-party.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385332/posts/default/943643814984489046" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385332/posts/default/943643814984489046" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://wdmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/06/mapping-party.html" title="Mapping Party" /><author><name>wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15593530929043813059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17979292708265103264" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385332.post-9012997632709068736</id><published>2009-04-30T22:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:47:39.202+08:00</updated><title type="text">Garuda Mall</title><summary type="html">I intentionally left out most of the details about my afternoon in Garuda Mall in the previous post. If my memory serves me right, the garuda is like the phoenix, rising from the ashes kind of mythical bird.The cinema was nice enough. The cost for a ticket is almost the same as that in the Philippines at 110Rp or S$3.5. The commercials before the movie had these permits that were shown with the &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/wdmanuel/~4/gTbq4us5L-M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wdmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/04/garuda-mall.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385332/posts/default/9012997632709068736" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385332/posts/default/9012997632709068736" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://wdmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/04/garuda-mall.html" title="Garuda Mall" /><author><name>wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15593530929043813059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17979292708265103264" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385332.post-3474630517797021515</id><published>2009-04-28T08:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T08:53:48.922+08:00</updated><title type="text">Bangalore Day 3: Malls</title><summary type="html">The third day of my Bangalore trip was a free day. When I checked out of Park Hotel, I didn't have anything planned as I just didn't do any form of research. I didn't even ask the concierge at the hotel for information which worked very well in the past trips I've had.Having no Rupees, I tried to find a money changer which proved difficult. It's funny that I only changed money 12 hours before my &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/wdmanuel/~4/cz_1VBZfN2o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wdmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/04/bangalore-day-3-malls.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385332/posts/default/3474630517797021515" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385332/posts/default/3474630517797021515" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://wdmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/04/bangalore-day-3-malls.html" title="Bangalore Day 3: Malls" /><author><name>wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15593530929043813059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17979292708265103264" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385332.post-6476761684589253560</id><published>2009-04-23T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T22:45:54.912+08:00</updated><title type="text">Bangalore: Last Minute</title><summary type="html">Everything about my trip to Bangalore was very last minute. I thought that it only takes 2 days to get a visa to India because somebody told me, without knowing that the processing time is different for non-Singaporeans. The formal invitation letter was sent to m4 on a Monday (13 April) afternoon. Upon receiving the letter, I checked the embassy for all the requirements and found out that for &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/wdmanuel/~4/EcMMusFxYlw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wdmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/04/bangalore-last-minute.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385332/posts/default/6476761684589253560" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385332/posts/default/6476761684589253560" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://wdmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/04/bangalore-last-minute.html" title="Bangalore: Last Minute" /><author><name>wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15593530929043813059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17979292708265103264" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385332.post-7815436325798981558</id><published>2009-04-06T23:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T00:23:28.690+08:00</updated><title type="text">Environmental Awareness</title><summary type="html">I did not participate in the Earth Hour last last weekend. It's not because I forgot or anything but because I think I already am contributing enough awareness about the environment to those around me and using environmentally sustainable practices in everyday activities.Several times during the day and the days before and after that, I brought up the topic of Earth Hour in most of my &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/wdmanuel/~4/nXV-5vXqYC4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wdmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/04/environmental-awareness.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385332/posts/default/7815436325798981558" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385332/posts/default/7815436325798981558" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://wdmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/04/environmental-awareness.html" title="Environmental Awareness" /><author><name>wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15593530929043813059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17979292708265103264" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385332.post-4428984806646036725</id><published>2009-04-04T00:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T00:57:17.857+08:00</updated><title type="text">Preserve</title><summary type="html">Holding on to a past or to a heritage is something considered by nation builders and by ordinary people.On the frontpage of the Philippine Daily Inquirer the other day was a historic house being sold to a mall developer. Conversationists pointed out how important it is for future generations to remember the past by having reminders. And in remembering, it would foster a sense of identity that &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/wdmanuel/~4/wqSjvBK-mA8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wdmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/04/preserve.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385332/posts/default/4428984806646036725" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385332/posts/default/4428984806646036725" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://wdmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/04/preserve.html" title="Preserve" /><author><name>wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15593530929043813059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17979292708265103264" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385332.post-4451472115737054483</id><published>2009-03-29T22:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T22:43:42.802+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movie" /><title type="text">Confessions of a Shopaholic</title><summary type="html">It is a movie with laugh-out-loud moments but a not so convincing story line. The trailers did not make me expect anything so there was no great disappointment. It was fun remembering where I've seen the actors like that guy from SNL, that female reporter from Iron Man, Andy from "The Office", the congressman from Evan Almighty who also played the father of Speed Racer.I just couldn't relate with&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/wdmanuel/~4/QtJ2MyDdcOw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wdmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/03/confessions-of-shopaholic.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385332/posts/default/4451472115737054483" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385332/posts/default/4451472115737054483" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://wdmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/03/confessions-of-shopaholic.html" title="Confessions of a Shopaholic" /><author><name>wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15593530929043813059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17979292708265103264" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385332.post-7808464318450230559</id><published>2009-03-25T23:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T23:56:38.221+08:00</updated><title type="text">No time</title><summary type="html">I have always been prepared for an answer to questions on why I don't have time for anyone anymore. I've seriously been very busy with my Design Project. It's been a long time since I've seen Cecilia, Oliver and the others. I had to say no to a birthday party last Saturday because I have to really finish that project.It's definitely not because of spending so much time with the Ateneo/La Salle &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/wdmanuel/~4/ZwSOwa12E7g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wdmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-time.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385332/posts/default/7808464318450230559" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385332/posts/default/7808464318450230559" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://wdmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-time.html" title="No time" /><author><name>wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15593530929043813059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17979292708265103264" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385332.post-8500483655812586109</id><published>2009-03-19T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T00:36:54.970+08:00</updated><title type="text">New Again</title><summary type="html">I love to use on of my old bags again. It got very dirtied on my trip to Taman Negara which forced me to wash it. If not for that trip, it would not have occurred to me to really wash that bag and now it looks really really clean and shiny.My urban planning project requires us to analyze an area in Singapore. The assigned area for me is the Boat Quay conservation area. The guest lecturer we had &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/wdmanuel/~4/mMl4ciOSeSw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wdmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-again.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385332/posts/default/8500483655812586109" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385332/posts/default/8500483655812586109" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://wdmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-again.html" title="New Again" /><author><name>wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15593530929043813059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17979292708265103264" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385332.post-7213437417466470537</id><published>2009-03-15T23:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T00:03:28.912+08:00</updated><title type="text">Ultimate Dream</title><summary type="html">As mentioned in a previous post, right now, my ultimate dream is to be a mayor. I'm not very sure how I will get there but I think it involves becoming popular and getting equipped to actually performing the tasks.I realized the other day that it could be a very selfish move because it exposes your whole family to privacy intrusions. It was while watching the most recent Heroes episode wherein &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/wdmanuel/~4/bqUka7W3QIY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wdmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/03/as-mentioned-in-previous-post-right-now.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385332/posts/default/7213437417466470537" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385332/posts/default/7213437417466470537" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://wdmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/03/as-mentioned-in-previous-post-right-now.html" title="Ultimate Dream" /><author><name>wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15593530929043813059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17979292708265103264" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385332.post-8822798872016787030</id><published>2009-03-14T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T01:22:24.593+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movie" /><title type="text">Watchmen</title><summary type="html">Watchman is a visual marvel. Although it is 162 minutes (2.7 hours) long, there's not much parts that I wish were taken out. Based on a twit by my brother, which I cannot be bothered to confirm, the movie is rated PG13 in the Philippines while it is M18 (originally R21) here in Singapore. Yes tehre was a lot of blood and the themes are a bit heavy for young audiences.Several sources say that the &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/wdmanuel/~4/dOTdCx5S0xA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wdmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/03/watchmen.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385332/posts/default/8822798872016787030" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385332/posts/default/8822798872016787030" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://wdmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/03/watchmen.html" title="Watchmen" /><author><name>wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15593530929043813059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17979292708265103264" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385332.post-5744269157578644866</id><published>2009-03-13T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T01:21:24.306+08:00</updated><title type="text">21</title><summary type="html">So I turned 23 yesterday. Some people greeted me on Facebook the day before my actual birthday. So I changed my birthday to December 11 to decrease the chance of people who are doing so just because they saw it there. Some guy from the PR firmed hired by Google in the Philippines greeted me happy birthday via a phone call. I had more people call me this year to greet than in past years. I usually&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/wdmanuel/~4/b1zzry7rB9E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wdmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/03/21.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385332/posts/default/5744269157578644866" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385332/posts/default/5744269157578644866" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://wdmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/03/21.html" title="21" /><author><name>wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15593530929043813059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17979292708265103264" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385332.post-2348208621522269670</id><published>2009-02-23T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T22:38:17.374+08:00</updated><title type="text">Seasons</title><summary type="html">I'm in the middle of watching the one and only season of "Aliens in America" regarding a Muslim Pakistani high school exchange student in a small town in the USA. The shows revolves around the themese of family, friendship, cultural adaptation, spirituality, fitting in, growing up, and a lot of other things I could really relate to.It is entertaining and funny. But there is always that nagging &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/wdmanuel/~4/v6Mh-PyxTX4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wdmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/02/seasons.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385332/posts/default/2348208621522269670" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385332/posts/default/2348208621522269670" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://wdmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/02/seasons.html" title="Seasons" /><author><name>wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15593530929043813059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17979292708265103264" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385332.post-2630560736002310361</id><published>2009-02-17T00:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T00:12:32.476+08:00</updated><title type="text">Memories</title><summary type="html">I was about to write something about the dust in the air making the night sky extremely bright, but I realized I've written something about that already. I just finished watching the first episode of Dollhouse which is about wiping out memories of people and implanting them with dead people's memories so that they could perform specific tasks for specific missions. It's something similar to the &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/wdmanuel/~4/XOZ-J0MdYiY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wdmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/02/memories.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385332/posts/default/2630560736002310361" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385332/posts/default/2630560736002310361" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://wdmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/02/memories.html" title="Memories" /><author><name>wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15593530929043813059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17979292708265103264" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385332.post-1926827441818419991</id><published>2009-02-16T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T00:25:23.823+08:00</updated><title type="text">25 Random Things</title><summary type="html">I'm doing this because Ferron asked me to do so.1 I have more than 10 Molecules T-shirts in regular use.2 I don't wear white shirts when I go out.3 I normally pee more than 10 times a day. 4 I have low lactose tolerance.5 I only started wearing underwears in Primary 4.6 I watch more than 20 TV shows in a week.7 My 6 year old computer has dysnfunctional keys. 8 I love Oreos.9 Burger King of Changi&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/wdmanuel/~4/0AISkg-8KiM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wdmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-random-things.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385332/posts/default/1926827441818419991" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385332/posts/default/1926827441818419991" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://wdmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-random-things.html" title="25 Random Things" /><author><name>wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15593530929043813059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17979292708265103264" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385332.post-4420868799497518330</id><published>2009-02-14T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T01:00:17.772+08:00</updated><title type="text">Temper</title><summary type="html">Most people, I believe, are afraid of confrontations. I, myself, am to a certain degree very confrontative but still afraid of it a lot of times.Just the other night, during a party of some sort, I shouted because I got angry because of what some people said and people just ignored me. They continued talking to me like nothing happened. One even asked me to help him with something for the event &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/wdmanuel/~4/tVhB1P8UGC4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wdmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/02/temper.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385332/posts/default/4420868799497518330" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385332/posts/default/4420868799497518330" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://wdmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/02/temper.html" title="Temper" /><author><name>wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15593530929043813059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17979292708265103264" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385332.post-5139362201813178288</id><published>2009-02-09T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T23:49:25.678+08:00</updated><title type="text">Thaipusam</title><summary type="html">Thaipusam is a Hindu festival wherein devotees carry a burden, called the Kavadi. It could be as simple as a heavy object but some have hooks attached to their bodies or many long spikes that pierce some part of their body. Although I've been here in Singapore for six years, this is my first time to see it first hand (I seem to be saying this line a lot recently).  As Sam H and I were nearing the&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/wdmanuel/~4/2oZl5jbZcqk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wdmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/02/thaipusam.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385332/posts/default/5139362201813178288" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385332/posts/default/5139362201813178288" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://wdmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/02/thaipusam.html" title="Thaipusam" /><author><name>wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15593530929043813059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17979292708265103264" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385332.post-7418058196186103381</id><published>2009-02-08T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:25:55.366+08:00</updated><title type="text">Filipino performance</title><summary type="html">To tell the story of our Filipino performance at the Cultural Montage @ Infusion 2009 One US, we need to start from the day I met four of the exchange students from Ateneo. During lunch, I asked them what talents they have. I mentioned we sort of have this problem about not having a presentation for the International Students Night (ISN) and that it would be great if they could help us with it. &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/wdmanuel/~4/Nd7QgI5UG38" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wdmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/02/filipino-performance.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385332/posts/default/7418058196186103381" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385332/posts/default/7418058196186103381" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://wdmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/02/filipino-performance.html" title="Filipino performance" /><author><name>wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15593530929043813059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17979292708265103264" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385332.post-2608475300560251015</id><published>2009-02-02T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T01:21:49.294+08:00</updated><title type="text">Priorities</title><summary type="html">On the bus on the way to an ordinary dinner at one of the school canteens, CEFT said there are so many events that he could go to in the following weekends: a tennis game in the coming weekend and two separate birthday parties in the two succeeding weekends after that. I tried to suppress a laugh in my head but it eventually showed on my face. He added that life would be so boring if life were &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/wdmanuel/~4/7A_Z6H1B_QU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wdmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/02/priorities.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385332/posts/default/2608475300560251015" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385332/posts/default/2608475300560251015" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://wdmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/02/priorities.html" title="Priorities" /><author><name>wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15593530929043813059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17979292708265103264" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385332.post-5153837765421699134</id><published>2009-01-31T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T02:32:50.360+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movie" /><title type="text">Kite Runner</title><summary type="html">Having have heard a lot of great things about the movie, I've naturally read all the spoilers. This made me reluctant to watch the movie in its entirety.I couldn't find any fault with the movie. The plot, the script, the acting, the production, the pacing, etc were all perfect for me. The movie actually encouraged me to watch all these movies that I've read the spoilers to but haven't seen.The &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/wdmanuel/~4/THc2Tv1C8fI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wdmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/01/kite-runner.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385332/posts/default/5153837765421699134" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385332/posts/default/5153837765421699134" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://wdmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/01/kite-runner.html" title="Kite Runner" /><author><name>wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15593530929043813059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17979292708265103264" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385332.post-2288492913659384883</id><published>2009-01-30T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T00:04:29.122+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="conversation" /><title type="text">Myself</title><summary type="html">I've not been succeeding in my recent quest not to talk about other people. I've never realized until now that a solution would be to talk about myself or to make the other people talk about themselves. But then, one has to make sure one's life is interesting enough. No one has actually come up to me and told me that I control the conversation much too often although it is the case most of the &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/wdmanuel/~4/LuU9IaqFYe8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wdmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/01/myself.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385332/posts/default/2288492913659384883" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385332/posts/default/2288492913659384883" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://wdmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/01/myself.html" title="Myself" /><author><name>wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15593530929043813059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17979292708265103264" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385332.post-5858020599283420009</id><published>2009-01-28T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T00:05:36.206+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="geekiness" /><title type="text">Facebook Addiction</title><summary type="html">Checking people's status messages on Facebook has been quite an addiction for me lately. I just can't get enough of the status updates. Good thing Facebook provides an RSS for status updates and therefore I wouldn't miss any of it.Their mobile version rocks. Navigation is a bit tricky sometimes when there are links which are too long which results in a horizontal scroll bar and thus disabling the&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/wdmanuel/~4/Zrf29R_6pU8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wdmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/01/facebook-addiction.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385332/posts/default/5858020599283420009" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385332/posts/default/5858020599283420009" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://wdmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/01/facebook-addiction.html" title="Facebook Addiction" /><author><name>wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15593530929043813059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17979292708265103264" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385332.post-6596082135222801958</id><published>2009-01-26T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T18:05:15.425+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><title type="text">Networking</title><summary type="html">I hate the term networking when talking about people. The word has just been too sullied for me by the likes of GC and JT. These two people have really clearly defined for me the difference for them of a contact and a friend, if the latter even exists for them. But then, this post is not about them. As I was recounting about my hopes and dreams at 3 in the morning, about how I would like to run &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/wdmanuel/~4/fJRs6aq-Pw8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wdmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/01/networking.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385332/posts/default/6596082135222801958" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385332/posts/default/6596082135222801958" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://wdmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/01/networking.html" title="Networking" /><author><name>wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15593530929043813059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17979292708265103264" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385332.post-2925466878894283986</id><published>2009-01-24T22:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T22:40:14.878+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="school" /><title type="text">Drop</title><summary type="html">It took me two whole weeks to decide which one to drop: AR2223 Intro  to Urban Design and Planning or GEK2507 Computational Methods for Basic Finance. AR2223 Pros: - Cedric, a Filipino Archi student, is my classmate who is one of the nicest guys around. I haven't had the chance to know him in the previous semesters and this is a good time to do so.- I love the topic. I have been fascinated about &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/wdmanuel/~4/6OoYdKl92TA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wdmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/01/drop.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385332/posts/default/2925466878894283986" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385332/posts/default/2925466878894283986" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://wdmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/01/drop.html" title="Drop" /><author><name>wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15593530929043813059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17979292708265103264" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry></feed>
