<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235881287155254612</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:58:52.182-07:00</updated><category term='coffee'/><title type='text'>.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjava.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235881287155254612/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjava.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Edgardo Maldito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00692836803764955578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235881287155254612.post-6784222841397961213</id><published>2009-02-16T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T06:54:57.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Japanese Women</title><content type='html'>Akala ko puro mga sexy at magaganda mga babae dito sa Japan.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Last night I went to Ueno and Aki to buy some pasalubong stuffs before I go back to Pinas this Friday. I was all alone and went out at around 06:00 PM JST. The moment I went out of my apartment building, a fat Japanese girl passed by the front window which is across the street. She was noticeably fat and seldom do I see fat Jap girls. She was the first count.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I went to dine at my favorite Thai restaurant where my friend Angel (a Thai waitress) was working. She greeted me with that welcoming "Sawasdee Kha" and felt the Thai hospitality once more. I was alone eating my all-time favorite Phad Kaprao Moo and three tables away from me was a fat Haponesa with blond hair. She was I think twice as big as me. She may be fat but she dresses up nicely. That was count number 2.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was then that I realize that perhaps this was my "See a fat Japanese Lady Day" when I saw the bulging thighs of this Japanese high school student as I was riding the train. You might have seen in anime's or movies how a common Japanese high school uniform for girls looks like, and it looks the exact way of how I saw this girl. Long black socks and very short skirts. The only unusual was the bulge on her legs. She was fat girl number 3.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The fatest so far that I have seen was when I was in Yodobashi to buy those toy cars. She was 5 ft tall and 4 times my size. Wow! She was wearing this very thick clothes and by the sight of her, she looks like she's suffocating and going to explode. She walk passed me and I could smell a bit of her perspiration. Hehehe... excuse me. She's the 4th count.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And the incidents go on and on and on. I lost my counting but I swear that was the most unusual of my days here in Japan. Maybe that was unusual because I mostly see beautiful Japanese girls every day.&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235881287155254612-6784222841397961213?l=brownjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjava.blogspot.com/feeds/6784222841397961213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3235881287155254612&amp;postID=6784222841397961213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235881287155254612/posts/default/6784222841397961213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235881287155254612/posts/default/6784222841397961213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjava.blogspot.com/2009/02/japanese-women.html' title='Japanese Women'/><author><name>Edgardo Maldito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00692836803764955578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235881287155254612.post-1023437783723685782</id><published>2009-01-20T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T03:21:45.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to Chiba</title><content type='html'>I'm going to Chiba Makuhari tomorrow... I'll be buying a trench coat... &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235881287155254612-1023437783723685782?l=brownjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjava.blogspot.com/feeds/1023437783723685782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3235881287155254612&amp;postID=1023437783723685782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235881287155254612/posts/default/1023437783723685782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235881287155254612/posts/default/1023437783723685782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjava.blogspot.com/2009/01/going-to-chiba.html' title='Going to Chiba'/><author><name>Edgardo Maldito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00692836803764955578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235881287155254612.post-8666932409185109895</id><published>2009-01-03T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T12:51:42.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sikat nga ba talaga ang mga Pinoy artists?</title><content type='html'>While browsing Yahoo! Answers, this post gave me a big realization:&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AgVR2D7.s2Daz_9lXuKMJoYjzKIX;_ylv=3?qid=20081208213233AAyKVTf"&gt;http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AgVR2D7.s2Daz_9lXuKMJoYjzKIX;_ylv=3?qid=20081208213233AAyKVTf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We always claim na "sikat ang pinoy", world class, etc. etc. abot langit ang pagmamalaki sa mga artists natin. Pero parang nan-liit ako ng mabasa ko tong post na to.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ngayon ko lang rin nalaman ung term na "K-Pop" (Korean-Pop) at "J-Pop" (Japanese-Pop), wala akong kamunduhan tungkol sa term na to until this visit to the link I gave you. It's a genre that made our Asian brothers/sisters popular. Bakit nga ba bumibenta ung mga Pop/Dance na mga kanta nila hindi lang sa bansa nila kundi kahit dito sa atin sa Pinas at sa buong mundo.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sample ng mga Japanese artists/songs na sumikat ay ang: Pizzicato 5, Utada Hikaru, and the countless Japanese songs we all know out of Anime's.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sample ng mga Korean artist ay sina: Rain, at tsaka sina... hmmm... wala na akong alam.. heheheh.. hindi ako korean fan eh. Pero alam natin at hindi natin maikakaila na maraming korean na kanta na sumikat din sa atin dahilan na rin sa mga tonetoneladang Koreanovela's nila.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We have a lot of good songs these days na sumikat sa ibang bansa but mostly on the genre of alternative bands, classic remakes, mga karaoke belting songs, etc. Hanggang dito nalang ba ang kakayahan ng mga pinoy artists? Yeah we have some popular artists like Eheads na sikat sa Singapore or other SEA countries, Christian Bautista na sikat sa Indonesia (which by the way I heard his song played in one of the malls in Thailand), Regine Velasquez as "Asia's Songbird" etc... Pero kung mapapansin natin ung mga genre nila umiikot lang sa balads/alternative rock. We know a lot of Filipino artists are good and talented, pero eto nlang ba kaya natin?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pero pag mga dance tunes or from popular culture, hmmm wala ata... Kindly enlighten me. Or maybe hindi ko lang napapansin kasi I am in the mentality of "baduy yan".&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Basically maybe this is the problem of every Filipino. We tag these kinds of songs as "Baduy" kaya hindi bumibenta. Hehehe... With J-Pop and K-Pop as asian genres gaining popularity all over the world, and with the "baduy" mentality of the Filipinos, would Flip-Pop be a possibility? Why can't we give this type of music a chance in our society as Filipinos? What do you think?&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235881287155254612-8666932409185109895?l=brownjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjava.blogspot.com/feeds/8666932409185109895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3235881287155254612&amp;postID=8666932409185109895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235881287155254612/posts/default/8666932409185109895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235881287155254612/posts/default/8666932409185109895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjava.blogspot.com/2009/01/sikat-nga-ba-talaga-ang-mga-pinoy.html' title='Sikat nga ba talaga ang mga Pinoy artists?'/><author><name>Edgardo Maldito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00692836803764955578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235881287155254612.post-7122338002065669108</id><published>2008-08-10T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T12:30:52.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buhay sa Japan</title><content type='html'>Sabi nila maganda daw sa Japan. Tama naman. Hehehe... Maganda nga. Pero mahirap din kung minsan.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When I was invited by my project manager to go to Japan as onsite support engineer for the project, I took the offer not only for the sake of the project but also to see the country and its people. When the decision came final I asked my team if I could take a two days leave vacation to visit Cebu. And they gladly said "yes". I was more excited on going back to Cebu than going to Tokyo. I don't know why. Maybe at the back of my mind I see Cebu as a place of where I belong, where my loved ones are, and where my childhood was. On the later, I see Tokyo as a busy city, much paper works, more emails, endless project issues, etc.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I visited Cebu not just to visit my family and friends but to also visit my best friend who just came from Peru as a novice nun. We have been best friends since grade school and we haven't seen each other for three years since she left the Philippines. She will be leaving by the end of August so I grab the chance to meet her before I leave for Tokyo and extend my happiness to what she have achieved so far.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I have to go back to my office in Manila before I leave for Japan. And that means: "magdala ka ng danggit, dried manggoes, dried pusit, lechon... etc..." Out of hospitality and gratitude that they granted me this two day vacation, I have to go to the airport with the exotic scent of danggit purfume. =) It doesn't matter anyway, I have to rush to the office to settle everything before I leave the country the next day. I took the morning plane so I could still report to the office.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;On the next day:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I have to leave my girlfriend in Manila. We will be away from each other for a few months. Before I went inside the cab, she kissed me goodbye and well-wishes. I never knew a kiss would hurt... Heheheh.. Maybe when it's with the thought of not being able to see each other for a few months.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When I arrived in Japan and while I was queueing in line at the immigration booth, I was thinking about their customs, what they eat, the tourist spots I'd be visiting, how will I ride a train or bus, their conciousness about time, the exchange rates, their suicidal tendencies, the frequency of earthquakes...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"The frequency of earthquakes." Just when this thought came to my mind, the airport building began to shook! It shook not only once but twice. I don't know how to react. Normally we Filipinos would panic. But the people just went on with their stuff and acted like nothing happened. I'm not sure if it really was an earthquake or maybe a train passed by, I don't know. Judging by their reaction, it doesn't seem to be an earthquake. But the shaking was heavy, I swear!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;On my first night in Toyoko Inn at Chibaminato, I had my first challege: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dealing with how stuff works&lt;/span&gt;. I wanted to go outside the hotel to see the place and get some food. Just when I was about to go out of the door, I noticed there were no door knobs or handles. I thought: "Japan is a hi-tech country maybe this is an automatic door with sensors." So I stood in front of the door waiting for it to open. But it didn't! To save myself from embarassment, I immediately pretended I forgot something and went straight to the hotel receptionist. There was a computer station at the side and asked her, "is this free internet." Wow! Mighty segway!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I have to spend some time browsing the internet while observing other people how on earth they could open the door. I'm getting hungry and I need food. Help me God I'm starving! It took some time before a Japanese guest went to the door to go outside. I noticed him pushed something on the door. Aha! You just press that button and it opens. Gladly I was out of that momentary prison to get some food.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The second challege was: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Buying food&lt;/span&gt;. Near the hotel I had three food choices. One is the bakery, two is a noodle house, and three is another noodle house. I wanted to eat heavy so the first choice (the bakery) is not the right one for me. The second choice, the noodle house, there were a lot of customers eating, no vacancy. The last one, the other noodle house was perfect. I came inside and took a table.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Again, I was observing other people what they are doing. I was expecting a waitress to come and take my order, but that's not how it works. Again, I was doing my "pretending stuff". This time I was pretending that I was waiting for somebody. I was pushing buttons on my cellphone, pretending that I was talking with somebody on the phone, etc. Oh yes, I'm the great pretender. I can't do this. Not much Japanese people speak english and I don't speak much Japanese. "Watashi wa nihonggo ga sukoshi wakarimasen." I went out the noodle house and decided for plan B: McDonalds.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There were no McDonalds on that area and I have to ride train three stations away. And then comes my third challenge: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Riding a train&lt;/span&gt;. I had my initial lectures of how train works in Japan. There are a lot of trains here and it's their major means of transportation. Before I was sent to my hotel at Toyoko-Inn by Tamami-san, the one who met me at the airport, she already gave me my initial lectures of how to buy a ticket and what are the stations that I have to remember.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So I bought my ticket, and went up the platform to wait for the train. To make the long story short, I stepped on the wrong platform. I have to be on the other side or else I'd be riding a train to twighlight zone.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Those are just some of the little challenges I had on my first few days in Japan. Usa ka probinsyanong bisaya nga nasaag sa lugar nga gabaha ang mga hapon.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mahirap nga minsan buhay dito. Mahal ang bilihin, ang hirap kumain kasi hindi uso ang fast food restaurant karamihan, mahal ang pamasahe sa train, hindi pwedeng tumawid sa daan basta naka stop signal kahit wala namang dumadaan na sasakyan, hindi pwedeng magyosi kahit saan, hindi pwedeng ipagsama ang basura, hindi uso ang magpalaundry kaya ako ang naglalaba ng mga damit ko (pero ayos lang kasi nakawashing machine at dryer), ako mamamalantsa, ako nagluluto para makatipid sa pagkain... Hahai Buhay sa Japan.&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235881287155254612-7122338002065669108?l=brownjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjava.blogspot.com/feeds/7122338002065669108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3235881287155254612&amp;postID=7122338002065669108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235881287155254612/posts/default/7122338002065669108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235881287155254612/posts/default/7122338002065669108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjava.blogspot.com/2008/08/buhay-sa-japan.html' title='Buhay sa Japan'/><author><name>Edgardo Maldito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00692836803764955578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235881287155254612.post-3356459210171003542</id><published>2008-05-05T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T07:38:37.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tae In The Context Of Karma</title><content type='html'>      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was having my afternoon break today at &lt;i&gt;eat n out&lt;/i&gt;, a small restaurant in front of our office building. I was sitting at one of the tables outdoor, alone taking a break away from the pressures in front of my MS Outlook. I bought buko juice while sitting outside the restuarant and looking at the busy people passing by the street.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The thing that caught my attention were those three girls taking their white and hairy puppies for a walk. While I was sipping my buko juice, one of the puppies pooed at the sidewalk. I saw it right in front of my face, FLAT, while I felt the coconut meat down my throat. I gave myself a little grin and said "huh"...&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was then that the short lived fun I had that afternoon began. Those nasty girls just ignored the bomb that their dogs dropped and left. I then started counting how many inocent bypassers would step on the poop and how many are the lucky ones. From my counting I got 3 landmine victims and a dozen of survivors. Hehehe... I told myself that I’m one of the lucky ones because I was aware of where the bomb was planted.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;After my break, I went back to the real world: answering issues, resolving troubles, analyzing problems, etc. I had forgotten that brief and silly moment.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;But not after I got home. While I was changing my clothes, I remembered that I took the way in front of the restaurant I went that afternoon. I have already kept my shoes and I wouldn’t bother taking a look at the my shoe’s soles. Whether my count of the landmine victims be 4 (which would include me) or not, it doesn’t matter. I’d rather not know.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235881287155254612-3356459210171003542?l=brownjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjava.blogspot.com/feeds/3356459210171003542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3235881287155254612&amp;postID=3356459210171003542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235881287155254612/posts/default/3356459210171003542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235881287155254612/posts/default/3356459210171003542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjava.blogspot.com/2008/05/tae-in-context-of-karma.html' title='Tae In The Context Of Karma'/><author><name>Edgardo Maldito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00692836803764955578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235881287155254612.post-5417463561496742247</id><published>2008-04-28T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T10:44:18.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tweeting at Twitter</title><content type='html'>I once fancied on tweaking my 3 weeks old iPod touch. My boss jailbreaked my iPod and from then on, I started installing whatever eyecandy can be installed. He even configured the gadget to connect to the office's secured wifi network so I can internet all I want... Hahahaha...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I never heard of &lt;a href="http://twitter.com"&gt;twitter.com&lt;/a&gt; until I installed &lt;a href="http://blog.wired.com/gadgets/2008/04/twinkle-twinkle.html"&gt;Twinkle&lt;/a&gt;. In a nutshell, it's like Friendster's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Shout Out"&lt;/span&gt; feature or your Online Messenger's status message. You put a brief description of whatever you like to put on. Be it how you feel, what you are currently doing, backbite, news, or even gossip! With hundreds of twitter clients (software like Twinkle for iPod touch), you can always stay in touch anytime while you're at home or in the office (via web), or while you're on the go (via mobile gadgets). Rule is: you can follow tweets or some people can follow your tweets and be brief as you can.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Almost everywhere I go there's free AP signal... That means free internet! In my house I get free wifi internet. In the office I am already connected to the wifi network. At Burger King, wifi's free. It's good to be FREE!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Just now, I installed &lt;a href="https://addons.mozilla.org/en-US/firefox/addon/5081"&gt;TwitterFox&lt;/a&gt; on my laptop and tomorrow on my office PC... ehehehe... I configured my Firefox browser to play seabirds when tweets come.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was surprised when some of my friends were already tweeting. They knew this new fun stuff on the internet before I did! I hope I could share this to you too... It's really fun... I'm not addicted to writing blogs coz I'm lazy, but I think tweeting will... hehehe...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Follow my tweets: &lt;a href="https://twitter.com/javamankrub"&gt;https://twitter.com/javamankrub&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235881287155254612-5417463561496742247?l=brownjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjava.blogspot.com/feeds/5417463561496742247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3235881287155254612&amp;postID=5417463561496742247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235881287155254612/posts/default/5417463561496742247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235881287155254612/posts/default/5417463561496742247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjava.blogspot.com/2008/04/tweeting-at-twitter.html' title='Tweeting at Twitter'/><author><name>Edgardo Maldito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00692836803764955578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235881287155254612.post-1957384670548364306</id><published>2008-02-29T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T02:33:53.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A dangerous alliance </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;This is taken from inquirer.net worth sharing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="fontkick"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; 			&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="fontheadline"&gt;A dangerous alliance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;                          &lt;span class="fontbyline"&gt;By Leondro R.   Lojo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;             &lt;span class="fontbyline"&gt;Philippine Daily Inquirer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;             &lt;span class="fonttimestamp"&gt;First Posted 02:33:00 03/01/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;                          &lt;!-- Start Most Read Plugin --&gt;                         &lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- End Most Read Plugin --&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We are all being made witness to an amazing spectacle, and although this isn’t the first time that blindness and hypocrisy are seen holding hands, it is, nevertheless, an amazing sight.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Two forces have come together. Each already poses a lot of danger to any society, so just imagine what they can achieve together.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;On one side of this alliance are the misguided idealists. These people never outgrew the martial law era. They believe that the only way to express patriotism and love for country is by screaming their lungs out in the streets while holding a placard with a defaced picture of the President. These misguided idealists have arrogance running through their veins as they believe that they have a monopoly on righteousness. Whatever they do, they do because it is in the best interest of the nation. Well, since when did spray-painting a U-turn sign on Commonwealth Avenue with bold black letters that read “OUST GMA” [“OUST GLORIA MACAPAGAL-ARROYO] become part of promoting the nation’s interest?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;They have so much hate against the government that they have become allergic to rules. Their ideas push them to believe that the government and the people running it are perpetually bound to oppress the poor and enrich themselves. They make this eternal call for change, yet they don’t change—or better yet, they don’t want to change. These people waste resources, time and energy by burning effigy after effigy. They believe that only through noise, disorder, turbulence and confusion can a new society be born—descending slowly and graciously from the heavens, like the New Jerusalem, with angels singing in the background. Yes, that’s how blind they are.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In their minds, they are catalysts of change. In reality, they are plain and simple anarchists. They should start looking for jobs and become more productive.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;On the other side of this alliance are the politically motivated personalities, hypocrites to the bone. They are using scandals and controversies to become more popular, and their end-goal is to get the highest political position possible. And they have been quite successful. Last year, we saw young congressmen rise to the Senate based, not on merit and achievements, but on controversies they had destructively stirred.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;They are populists because it’s the only way they can climb the political ladder. They can’t enact strategic legislation, which will provide long-term benefits, such as developing the transportation system, increasing exports, improving revenue collection and assisting businesses, because all these entail short-term sacrifices, which might cost them their positions—a risk they are unwilling to take.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;All they do is complain, and they complain with a fiery passion to make the people believe in the fantasies they are selling. They are polemicists, criticizing without presenting solutions and alternatives. They speak only words that are pleasing to the ears of the masses. When they face political dilemmas, their decisions are based on what would profit them politically, not what is right and just. They are slick talkers, and if you’re not careful enough, they can easily deceive you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is a dangerous alliance, as it seeks to plunge society into chaos. They want our society to lose any semblance of stability so that they can create a new order. But even they themselves have no idea how it will function.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But I am not afraid. They cannot achieve anything unless we let ourselves be used by these political clowns for their own blind and selfish goals. They can make as much noise as they want, but they need many more warm bodies to join their ranks before they succeed in destabilizing our society. I have already counted the many curious, naïve, gullible, ignorant and politically immature countrymen who are neither misguided idealists nor hypocrites but will take part in this political adventure, and they still won’t make it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I can hear the noise, but I still can’t feel the heat. After each and every protest rally, the crowds would fizzle out, the streets would be left empty and dirty, and the leaders of the carnival would be eating a fancy dinner while most of the gullible people they drew into the activity would be walking home. Every demonstration sends a clear and strong message to the whole world that while countries across the globe are taking measures to strengthen their exports, develop their industries, attract new investors and ensure their competitiveness in a fast changing, globalized world, we are busy playing on the streets of our financial district.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Having taken this unpopular stand, I ask:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Why do we have to change the government, when we are all part of the problem? Imagine how much more we could have achieved if all the wasted time, resources and energy were utilized to enact good legislation, build more houses, establish more schools, help small and medium enterprises, and construct more roads.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Why do we waste time, resources and energy in asking the President to change or to change the President when we can, in our own little ways, bring about change? When will we realize that we have better things to do? When will we understand that regime change, right here and right now, will not solve anything?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In this day and age, genuine reform and revolution no longer necessitate the dramatic street episodes of the martial law era. Today, our society’s transformation depends on small, quiet, often undocumented steps toward political and economic stability.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I refuse to be part of this political circus of blind and selfish clowns.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leondro R. Lojo, 23, has a master’s degree in political economy from the University of Asia and the Pacific and works as a research analyst in a risk-advising company.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="fonttext"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                   Copyright 2008 Philippine Daily Inquirer. No infringement intended. Visit: &lt;a href="http://www.inquirer.net"&gt;http://www.inquirer.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235881287155254612-1957384670548364306?l=brownjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjava.blogspot.com/feeds/1957384670548364306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3235881287155254612&amp;postID=1957384670548364306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235881287155254612/posts/default/1957384670548364306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235881287155254612/posts/default/1957384670548364306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjava.blogspot.com/2008/02/dangerous-alliance.html' title='A dangerous alliance '/><author><name>Edgardo Maldito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00692836803764955578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235881287155254612.post-6102612429482728070</id><published>2008-02-20T03:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T08:01:19.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.:: Post a Memory of Me ::.</title><content type='html'>DALIIII fun to!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;Got this from my officemate Lois.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you read this journal, even if I don't speak to you often, post a memory of me.&lt;br&gt;It can be anything you want.&lt;br&gt;It can be good or bad, just so long as it happened.&lt;br&gt;Then post this on your journal too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Be surprised (or not) about what people remember about you. :)    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235881287155254612-6102612429482728070?l=brownjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjava.blogspot.com/feeds/6102612429482728070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3235881287155254612&amp;postID=6102612429482728070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235881287155254612/posts/default/6102612429482728070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235881287155254612/posts/default/6102612429482728070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjava.blogspot.com/2008/02/post-memory-of-me.html' title='.:: Post a Memory of Me ::.'/><author><name>Edgardo Maldito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00692836803764955578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235881287155254612.post-6377630209333120448</id><published>2008-02-19T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T10:25:35.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang aking Utang...</title><content type='html'>After a weeklong and a much anticipated conglomerate forces of “&lt;i style=""&gt;Libres&lt;/i&gt;” from our Hong Kong and Thailand balik-bayan officemates together with two birthday celebrants, and a reunited-with-her-husband girl, nangyari na ang dapat mangyari: “&lt;i style=""&gt;Libre&lt;/i&gt; Spree”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Only 2 out of 10 people lang ang nakinabang dito kasi the rest of us is obliged to take part on the “&lt;i style=""&gt;Libre&lt;/i&gt;”. Si Pew lang at si Ms Jane ang nakinabang sa libre na to kasi halos kaming lahat has no excuse not to celebrate life’s blessings.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;First hop was on Gilligan’s at Glorietta&lt;br&gt;At sinimot ang big bottle of tequila&lt;br&gt;Si BB at GB ay ginawang pulutan&lt;br&gt;Sa kaliwa’t kanang malutong na usapan&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Gusto daw nila akong paiyakin&lt;br&gt;Ngek ngek nila nag-focus sila sa pagkain&lt;br&gt;May sinigang doon, may pansit dito&lt;br&gt;Sa kaliwa ang hipon at ang manok na pinirito&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Nang medjo tipsy na ang galaw&lt;br&gt;Trip ay magdisco at sumayaw&lt;br&gt;Sabi nila sa may Edsa Shang Waterhole daw&lt;br&gt;At doon ang continuation ng paghataw&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ngunit nang dumating kami doon&lt;br&gt;Acoustic naman pala sila sa gabing iyon&lt;br&gt;Walang nagawa kundi maghanap nalang ng iba&lt;br&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Para&lt;/st1:place&gt; ipagpatuloy ang pag-arangkada&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Sa Libis nalang daw kasi may marami&lt;br&gt;Sa walang pag-aalinlangan pumunta kami&lt;br&gt;Pero ang ginawa ay naglibot-libot lang&lt;br&gt;At nagpapicture na parang kagalang-galang&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Hindi pa nakontento ang makakating mga paa&lt;br&gt;Gusto pang humirit sa Malate, &lt;st1:City w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Manila&lt;br&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;Dahil doon daw siguradong may sayawan&lt;br&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Para&lt;/st1:place&gt; maipagpatuloy ang kasiyahan&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Pumasok sa Bed Rock nag-order ng pizza&lt;br&gt;Kasama malamig na iced-tea tig-iisa-isa&lt;br&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Doon&lt;/st1:place&gt; yumugyog at nakisayaw sa banda&lt;br&gt;Solved! Dahil nakaindak na&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Nang panahon na para umuwi&lt;br&gt;Kelangan na magbayad ng salapi&lt;br&gt;Dahil sagot ko kasi despedida raw despedida ko&lt;br&gt;Ako ang magbabayad ng bu-o&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Dumating ang itim na leathered folder&lt;br&gt;Nakalagay ang bill ng aming in-order&lt;br&gt;Dahil nga cash ay wala sa pitaka ko&lt;br&gt;Swipe nalang &lt;st1:City w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;sana&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; pwede to&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Bumalik ang babaeng sa amin ay naniningil&lt;br&gt;Sabi rejected daw card ko nakaka-minus-appeal&lt;br&gt;Pano ba yan eh wala nga akong pera&lt;br&gt;Buti si Ate Badette binayaran muna&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;At dun nag umpisa ang aking utang&lt;br&gt;Kung kelan ako ay &lt;st1:City w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;sana&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; lilisan&lt;br&gt;At least ung card ko hindi ko na ginamit&lt;br&gt;Pero may utang pa akong 1400 kay Ate Badette&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235881287155254612-6377630209333120448?l=brownjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjava.blogspot.com/feeds/6377630209333120448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3235881287155254612&amp;postID=6377630209333120448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235881287155254612/posts/default/6377630209333120448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235881287155254612/posts/default/6377630209333120448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjava.blogspot.com/2008/02/ang-aking-utang.html' title='Ang aking Utang...'/><author><name>Edgardo Maldito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00692836803764955578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235881287155254612.post-2680515039737093372</id><published>2008-02-16T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T22:57:45.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Import</title><content type='html'>Hahaha... Pwede palang mag import ng blog from Blogger to Multiply?!  Hahahaa.. &lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235881287155254612-2680515039737093372?l=brownjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjava.blogspot.com/feeds/2680515039737093372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3235881287155254612&amp;postID=2680515039737093372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235881287155254612/posts/default/2680515039737093372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235881287155254612/posts/default/2680515039737093372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjava.blogspot.com/2008/02/import.html' title='Import'/><author><name>Edgardo Maldito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00692836803764955578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235881287155254612.post-2954976603970714529</id><published>2007-06-02T13:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T13:09:30.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got the new Microsoft Office 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is really awesome! Guess what. I'm writing this blog post from Microsoft Office 2007 and straight to Blogger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Olrayts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My officemate Pew, who just recently bought Phoemela (his new Compaq notebook), went to Pantip (an IT mall in Bangkok) to buy some stuff for her. He bought a pirated copy of the new Microsoft Office 2007 for 120 baht.  The interface is such an eye candy with its blue aqua motif. It has improved well in its graphical layout and presentation of widgets. It has new exciting features that I am yet to discover.  One great feature that bloggers will surely die for is its integration with your favorite blog service provider. Yes! It's what I am doing now. I shall repeat (with echoes and woofers): &lt;strong&gt;I AM COMPOSING THIS POST INSIDE MS OFFICE 2007&lt;/strong&gt;. The nifty tools that this new Office suite offers are such a marvel. It is a totally new experience! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have to admit I am also a fan of Open Source software, but this new product that Micro$oft has just recently released is remarkable. I don't have plans to buy the original one. Buying original copies is not too "IN" as for the time being. Not to mention that I don't have the money to get one, I think it would be impractical for an ordinary user like me to get a licensed copy when after a few months a newer and better version gets released. Yeah… the usual silly reasons.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235881287155254612-2954976603970714529?l=brownjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjava.blogspot.com/feeds/2954976603970714529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3235881287155254612&amp;postID=2954976603970714529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235881287155254612/posts/default/2954976603970714529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235881287155254612/posts/default/2954976603970714529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjava.blogspot.com/2007/06/got-new-microsoft-office-2007.html' title='Got the new Microsoft Office 2007'/><author><name>Edgardo Maldito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00692836803764955578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235881287155254612.post-7225564754492794430</id><published>2007-05-28T07:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:12:56.143-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><title type='text'>Insomnia She Purred</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R6jTXERXWBQ/RlrlvGwR69I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ixSFR4IxHmc/s1600-h/blackcat1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R6jTXERXWBQ/RlrlvGwR69I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ixSFR4IxHmc/s320/blackcat1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069616927988640722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's all her fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed up until 3 AM in the morning in my hotel room browsing blogs, posting comments and peeking at some porno's. Together, my companion is a cold can of purring Black Cat Coffee Espresso (made in Thailand of course), and Mishell (my Acer Aspire 5051 notebook).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cat is purrfect. What I thought of at first as a mild dose of caffeine turned out to be a strong and potent supplement for insomniacs. Being smitten by insomnia was not part of the plan. But its irresistible aroma and its decent aftertaste leaves you no choice but drink it to its last drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just take a look at the big bulging eyes of the dark cat inside the can. No, her stare is not trying to hypnotize anyone, she just have caffeine blood inside her. She'll keep you awake for a while. A little precaution though: Don't take her for a light midnight snack, or you'll end up 4 hours in bed pretending to be asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 hours sleep shortage was all her fault. Bad kitty...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235881287155254612-7225564754492794430?l=brownjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjava.blogspot.com/feeds/7225564754492794430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3235881287155254612&amp;postID=7225564754492794430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235881287155254612/posts/default/7225564754492794430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235881287155254612/posts/default/7225564754492794430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjava.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-all-her-fault.html' title='Insomnia She Purred'/><author><name>Edgardo Maldito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00692836803764955578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R6jTXERXWBQ/RlrlvGwR69I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ixSFR4IxHmc/s72-c/blackcat1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235881287155254612.post-7888089627844195108</id><published>2007-05-27T10:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T10:36:11.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gibugtaw</title><content type='html'>My favorite bra snapping Visayan "Balak":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gibugtaw ko inday ang imong larawan siot sa kalasangan&lt;br /&gt;dala ang pongpong sa kabulakan lab-as tanaman gibathala."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a fraction of a poetry composed by my grandfathers. Everytime I share this line, I never fail to capture an audience. Ahikhikhik... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235881287155254612-7888089627844195108?l=brownjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjava.blogspot.com/feeds/7888089627844195108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3235881287155254612&amp;postID=7888089627844195108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235881287155254612/posts/default/7888089627844195108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235881287155254612/posts/default/7888089627844195108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjava.blogspot.com/2007/05/gibugtaw.html' title='Gibugtaw'/><author><name>Edgardo Maldito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00692836803764955578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235881287155254612.post-6506326648456834012</id><published>2007-05-26T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T12:39:18.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Movie I Saw: The Final Cut</title><content type='html'>Some people contain an organic gadget known as the Zoe implant embedded to an unborn child while still inside a mother's womb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Zoe implant gives the audience the fascinating idea of recorded memory. From the very first second of birth until death, all the memories of a person having a Zoe implant are immortalized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin Williams stars as Alan Hakman is a cutman. A cutman is a kind of mortician who arranges the re-memory of a dead man having a Zoe implant for his funeral service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intriguing curves on the plot leave a beguiling aftermath imparting dozens of questions to the spectators of this film. It exhibits a dilemma between two sides of this fictional technology. Nice movie...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235881287155254612-6506326648456834012?l=brownjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjava.blogspot.com/feeds/6506326648456834012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3235881287155254612&amp;postID=6506326648456834012' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235881287155254612/posts/default/6506326648456834012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235881287155254612/posts/default/6506326648456834012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjava.blogspot.com/2007/05/last-movie-i-saw-final-cut.html' title='Last Movie I Saw: The Final Cut'/><author><name>Edgardo Maldito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00692836803764955578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235881287155254612.post-2481545503386875340</id><published>2007-04-04T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T16:08:39.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing the bandwagon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm with the bandwagon. Got nothing more meaningful to do but blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235881287155254612-2481545503386875340?l=brownjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjava.blogspot.com/feeds/2481545503386875340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3235881287155254612&amp;postID=2481545503386875340' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235881287155254612/posts/default/2481545503386875340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235881287155254612/posts/default/2481545503386875340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjava.blogspot.com/2007/04/testing-bandwagon.html' title='Testing the bandwagon'/><author><name>Edgardo Maldito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00692836803764955578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
