<?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-5786850</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:10:04.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burning Lead...</title><subtitle type='html'>My notebook, my darkroom, and my canvass.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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>161</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786850.post-5496172921307762216</id><published>2007-10-24T08:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T12:54:02.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Not Entertained?!? (Chapter 4 of the "Unoriginal 2007" Series)</title><summary type='text'>1. What bill do you hate paying the most? Credit card bill (like everybody else)  2. Where's the best place to eat a romantic dinner? The beach or on the balcony of a nice small cottage in Baguio overlooking the city (Mountain Pride! Whooo!).  3. Last time you puked from drinking?  College. I don't remember what year exactly, but I remember puking in the living room toilet of Casa Zuluaga.  4. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/5496172921307762216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=5496172921307762216&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/5496172921307762216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/5496172921307762216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2007/10/are-you-not-entertained-chapter-4-of.html' title='Are You Not Entertained?!? (Chapter 4 of the &amp;quot;Unoriginal 2007&amp;quot; Series)'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786850.post-6931477313102733914</id><published>2007-08-28T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T16:42:47.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Getting Married...</title><summary type='text'>......... Not anytime soon though. But now that I have your attention, please take a look at some of the comic sets I have on sale (seriously, I need the money). These are from my own personal collection and have been kept in pristine condition (a lot of these I've read only once) since the day they were purchased. All comics come in their own plastic with backing board. I'm willing to meet </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/6931477313102733914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=6931477313102733914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/6931477313102733914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/6931477313102733914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-getting-married.html' title='I&amp;#39;m Getting Married...'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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-5786850.post-3971027816868322952</id><published>2007-08-24T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T15:59:29.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yutsnudugutsnutsyudugurub (Chapter 3 of the "Unoriginal 2007" series)</title><summary type='text'>Swiped from Pao (from Bry, from Jon, from Djong). The phone rings, who do you want it to be?- Si Christine Reyes...asking me to be her prom date (or for my body, I'm ok either way).When shopping at the grocery store, do you return your cart?- Nope. Kusang bumabalik yung mga cart na ginagamit ko kasi takot sila sa akin.If you had to kiss the last person you kissed again, would you?- Of course! '</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/3971027816868322952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=3971027816868322952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/3971027816868322952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/3971027816868322952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2007/08/yutsnudugutsnutsyudugurub-chapter-3-of.html' title='Yutsnudugutsnutsyudugurub (Chapter 3 of the &amp;quot;Unoriginal 2007&amp;quot; series)'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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-5786850.post-5635476352221448955</id><published>2007-08-21T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T18:04:24.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Those 80's Properties Coming!</title><summary type='text'>For a better part of my childhood, I thought I wanted to be Michael Knight. Turns out, what I really wanted to be was a Knight Rider -- not a Michael Knight -- just a driver, with my very own KITT (short for "Knight Industries Two Thousand").  I still vividly remember having my photo taken while sitting inside the real-life KITT (could've been a replica in hindsight) in Universal Studios and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/5635476352221448955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=5635476352221448955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/5635476352221448955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/5635476352221448955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2007/08/keep-those-80-properties-coming.html' title='Keep Those 80&amp;#39;s Properties Coming!'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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-5786850.post-9180267662278229944</id><published>2007-08-16T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T18:32:33.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Transformer Are You?</title><summary type='text'>I AM70%OPTIMUS PRIME Take the Transformers Quiz&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/9180267662278229944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=9180267662278229944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/9180267662278229944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/9180267662278229944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2007/08/which-transformer-are-you.html' title='Which Transformer Are You?'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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-5786850.post-3023102056984355377</id><published>2007-08-14T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T19:56:42.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three-Somethings (Chapter 2 in the "Unoriginal 2007" series)</title><summary type='text'>Stolen from Pao.  THREE NAMES THAT FRIENDS CALL YOU   Ejay  Eej  JepsTHREE MOST IMPORTANT DATES IN YOUR LIFE   February 10  August 17  July 22THREE THINGS YOU'VE DONE IN THE LAST 33 MINUTES   User-access definition  Browsed "My Multiply"  Went to the restroomTHREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS   Dishwalla  Fallout Boy  NickelbackTHREE WAYS TO BE HAPPY   Don't mind what other people may or may not think</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/3023102056984355377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=3023102056984355377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/3023102056984355377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/3023102056984355377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2007/08/three-somethings-chapter-2-in-2007.html' title='Three-Somethings (Chapter 2 in the &amp;quot;Unoriginal 2007&amp;quot; series)'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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-5786850.post-3890066173106944901</id><published>2007-08-14T07:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T11:34:52.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Almost Ran Over Somebody Today...</title><summary type='text'>...motorcycle driver.  He fell off his bike, right in front of my car's path! Just stepped on the brakes in the nick of time (burned-off a good few inches from my tires in the process). By the time my car was at a full stop, the guy's head was this close (*forms estimate of an inch and a half with hand*) to my front bumper. FREAKIN' SCARY!!! You know why the guy fell off his motorcycle? He ran </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/3890066173106944901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=3890066173106944901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/3890066173106944901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/3890066173106944901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-almost-ran-over-somebody-today.html' title='I Almost Ran Over Somebody Today...'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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-5786850.post-8682318721177145465</id><published>2007-07-16T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T15:36:29.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Discover the Work You Were Born to Do</title><summary type='text'>This is probably the only career-related article I have read that has struck a nerve as hard as it has. James Gonyea, contributing writer from Monster.com, writes:  "So you've been hearing that voice again, the one that says you're not doing what you were born to do. That may be true, but how do you figure out what you should be doing?""How?" indeed.  A lot of us have tried to answer this for the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/8682318721177145465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=8682318721177145465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/8682318721177145465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/8682318721177145465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2007/07/discover-work-you-were-born-to-do.html' title='Discover the Work You Were Born to Do'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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-5786850.post-4890446844553149724</id><published>2007-07-11T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T19:24:10.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Six Weird Things</title><summary type='text'>Tagged by Peejay. So I'm supposed to disclose six weird facts about myself. It's a lot harder than I thought. Anyway, here goes:   My teeth are too big in relation to the size of my mouth. Mathematically, they're not directly proportional to each other--my dentists can attest to this. I once had an impacted tooth extracted, they (two dentists) had to break it in two first before they could take </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/4890446844553149724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=4890446844553149724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/4890446844553149724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/4890446844553149724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-six-weird-things.html' title='My Six Weird Things'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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-5786850.post-2829062945947379361</id><published>2007-01-23T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T17:54:15.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Air Up There</title><summary type='text'>Getting my Kung Fu on in San Juan, La Union last January 21, 2007. Thanks to Rofil Magto for the excellent shot.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/2829062945947379361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=2829062945947379361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/2829062945947379361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/2829062945947379361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2007/01/air-up-there.html' title='The Air Up There'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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-5786850.post-6269597796466539222</id><published>2007-01-17T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T11:47:08.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUMP!</title><summary type='text'>So, Blogger has apparently graduated from Beta. *clap clap clap* And I wouldn't even have known about it had I not been over to Jon's blog and seen his high praises for my enthusiasm to keep this site updated (you may refer to his sidebar just in case you're not getting what I'm talking about). I'd very much like to blame the earthquake in Taiwan for depriving me of internet access and the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/6269597796466539222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=6269597796466539222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/6269597796466539222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/6269597796466539222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2007/01/bump.html' title='BUMP!'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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-5786850.post-115373036625112703</id><published>2006-07-24T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T16:39:27.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Top 10 Worst URLs</title><summary type='text'>I'm not a big fan of forwards. Though there are those few gems that are worth sharing (like this one). Had a blast reading these. A site called "Who Represents" where you can find the name of the agent that represents a celebrity. Their domain name...wait for it...www.whorepresents.comExperts Exchange, a knowledge base where programmers can exchange advice and views at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/115373036625112703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=115373036625112703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/115373036625112703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/115373036625112703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2006/07/top-10-worst-urls.html' title='The Top 10 Worst URLs'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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-5786850.post-115253016851871637</id><published>2006-07-10T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T19:16:08.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I Am Cheap...</title><summary type='text'>...please answer this (just so I know, too, who among you are still kind enough to put up with this blog). Grabbed this from Jon Z., by the way:Who are you?Are we friends?When and how did we meet?Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.Describe me in one word.What was your first impression?Do you still think that way about me now?What reminds you of me?If you could do anything to/with me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/115253016851871637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=115253016851871637&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/115253016851871637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/115253016851871637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2006/07/because-i-am-cheap.html' title='Because I Am Cheap...'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786850.post-115166565091333959</id><published>2006-06-30T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T15:01:48.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Returns</title><summary type='text'>"As in the case of making a mound, if, before the very last basketful, I stop, then I shall have stopped. As in the case of leveling the ground, if, though tipping only one basketful, I am going forward, then I shall be making progress." ~ ConfuciusEjay ReturnsFollowing a mysterious absence of several months, the Man from the mountains comes back to Earth in the epic post "Ejay Returns", a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/115166565091333959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=115166565091333959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/115166565091333959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/115166565091333959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2006/06/returns.html' title='Returns'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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-5786850.post-114353824585573426</id><published>2006-03-28T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T10:08:35.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Portrait Experiment: Pi</title><summary type='text'>Taken at Tai Hing, Makati Avenue last March 21, 2006. *Sigh* My girlfriend is so gorgeous.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/114353824585573426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=114353824585573426&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/114353824585573426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/114353824585573426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2006/03/portrait-experiment-pi.html' title='Portrait Experiment: Pi'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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-5786850.post-114282761200020886</id><published>2006-03-20T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T12:06:52.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom Forever</title><summary type='text'>(Because Gerwin already had first dibs on "Remember, Remember".)I couldn't be more happier with the way V for Vendetta turned out. Being a big fan of the graphic novel it doesn't disappoint. However, being a fan, it's also hard not to want a few more details from the book to be included in the movie. Nevertheless, the Wachowskis still managed to do a fantastic job of squeezing in all of the key </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/114282761200020886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=114282761200020886&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/114282761200020886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/114282761200020886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2006/03/freedom-forever.html' title='Freedom Forever'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786850.post-114232802948749412</id><published>2006-03-15T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T09:28:24.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just My Luck</title><summary type='text'>I think my Dad might have been Chinese in a past life. It's funny how I only started to notice recently. I mean, for the longest time, his closest friends have always been Chinese, he loves doing business with the Chinese, heck, he even knows how to speak Chinese (just Mandarin really, but still). His fascination for the Chinese probably goes way back to our days in Saudi, where he and my Mom </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/114232802948749412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=114232802948749412&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/114232802948749412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/114232802948749412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-my-luck.html' title='Just My Luck'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786850.post-114195644680632250</id><published>2006-03-13T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T15:30:38.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reboot</title><summary type='text'>Let's try this again.This is the longest time I've been away from the old blog (three months on the 15th, counting from my last post). The really sad truth is I kind of lost the taste for it. It just came to a point where I felt like I had to "work" on my posts, rather than just allow my thoughts to freely flow into my writings, the way I used to. I don't know...what with the major burnout I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/114195644680632250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=114195644680632250&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/114195644680632250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/114195644680632250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2006/03/reboot.html' title='Reboot'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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-5786850.post-113201931516969117</id><published>2005-11-15T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T09:48:35.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Experiment: Multiplicity</title><summary type='text'>The first of many experiments with the new toy. Taken at our Pasig home last November 13, 2005. Comments appreciated as always. More photos can be found in my Flickr account.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/113201931516969117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=113201931516969117&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/113201931516969117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/113201931516969117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2005/11/photo-experiment-multiplicity.html' title='Photo Experiment: Multiplicity'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786850.post-112959495823742778</id><published>2005-10-18T07:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T08:41:56.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patotot</title><summary type='text'>Tagged by Gerwin...So, I'm supposed to write 20 random facts about me then tag the same amount of people the number of minutes it takes me to write the facts. Game.I was born in Al Hasa, Saudi Arabia.Growing up, I wanted to be a pilot.I haven't drawn anything in over a year.I've studied Karate, Jeet Kune Do, and Wushu but didn't last long enough to master any of them.I consider the July 16, 1990 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/112959495823742778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=112959495823742778&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/112959495823742778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/112959495823742778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2005/10/patotot.html' title='Patotot'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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-5786850.post-112917560950963230</id><published>2005-10-13T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T19:41:11.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast of Champions</title><summary type='text'>Or in my case, the Snack of champions. This killer combo of a meal has been a regular part of my daily diet for over three months now (I eat a sandwich as my 2nd and 4th meals). Not only has this helped me shed off more pounds (as of my last trip to the scale, I lost another 10), it helps me get through the rest of each day by giving me that extra boost of energy I need (Lily's and Gardenia </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/112917560950963230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=112917560950963230&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/112917560950963230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/112917560950963230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2005/10/breakfast-of-champions.html' title='Breakfast of Champions'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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-5786850.post-112865184006251085</id><published>2005-10-07T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T10:24:00.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen!</title><summary type='text'>When you let your girlfriend hold your camera, prepare to (literally) face the consequences. Taken at Tai Hing (our new favorite Chinese place, along Makati Avenue) while "fixing" my face for a couple of shots.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/112865184006251085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=112865184006251085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/112865184006251085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/112865184006251085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2005/10/stolen.html' title='Stolen!'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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-5786850.post-112847428108325261</id><published>2005-10-05T08:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T09:04:41.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Look of Love</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/112847428108325261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=112847428108325261&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/112847428108325261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/112847428108325261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2005/10/look-of-love.html' title='The Look of Love'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786850.post-112832667223499383</id><published>2005-10-03T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T16:18:55.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from the Dead</title><summary type='text'>The title couldn't be more apt (I remember one or two of you might have already used said title before, so I hope you don't mind if I swipe it from you just this once). This blog's literally been buried for the better part of two months (last post was on August 8). I was actually quite surprised (and of course, very, very thankful) that the Powers-That-Be at Blogger haven't decommissioned me yet.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/112832667223499383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=112832667223499383&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/112832667223499383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/112832667223499383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2005/10/back-from-dead.html' title='Back from the Dead'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786850.post-112289023482165339</id><published>2005-08-01T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T18:43:53.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Right Brain Exercise...</title><summary type='text'>...to see if I've still got it (more importantly, to get my blog out of the pathetic rut it's in at the moment).This is...was my entry to ISG Logo Making Contest. First prize wins 500 pesos (enough for a half tank of gas) while the next two best entries win 200 each. Guess who won first prize...not me. Apparently, the judges didn't quite agree with my color scheme (the winning entry used Globe's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/112289023482165339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=112289023482165339&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/112289023482165339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/112289023482165339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2005/08/some-right-brain-exercise.html' title='Some Right Brain Exercise...'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786850.post-112027009674912695</id><published>2005-07-02T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T09:37:46.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chingco Day!</title><summary type='text'>Just in case you're wondering, yes, I am in the office today (the curse of the month-end reports).May you have many, many more to come, bro. I wish you all the happiness in your career, in your marriage, and in your other endeavors today, on your special day, and in the days that follow. We'll be drinking for you tonight.Here's to your good looks...and sexy body! (Bry should have this line </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/112027009674912695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=112027009674912695&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/112027009674912695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/112027009674912695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2005/07/chingco-day.html' title='Chingco Day!'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786850.post-112018003027810270</id><published>2005-07-01T08:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T09:48:18.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Movies Blog</title><summary type='text'>Apparently, I got tagged for this by Mon almost a month ago (June 6 to be exact). Sorry, Mondell. Haven't been frequenting your blog or any of the other peeps' blogs recently ('cept maybe for Jon's, Ger's, and Zane's), but thanks for giving me a reason to update mine.Total number of films I own on DVD/video...Everything's on DVD unless specified.Bootleg (what I remember so far):</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/112018003027810270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=112018003027810270&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/112018003027810270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/112018003027810270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-favorite-movies-blog.html' title='My Favorite Movies Blog'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786850.post-111934522130302708</id><published>2005-06-21T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T08:14:43.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting Injustice...Out of Nothin' at All</title><summary type='text'>That's my attempt at a witty title, by the way. And because it's probably not as witty as I thought it would be, I shall explain. What I'm basically trying to say is that "I've had the chance to watch Mr. &amp; Mrs. Smith and Batman Begins recently, and I'm going to post my thoughts on them". Pilitin daw ba? Anyway...Mr. &amp; Mrs. SmithThe chemistry between Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie is just amazing. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/111934522130302708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=111934522130302708&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/111934522130302708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/111934522130302708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2005/06/fighting-injusticeout-of-nothin-at-all.html' title='Fighting Injustice...Out of Nothin&apos; at All'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786850.post-111741491423228099</id><published>2005-05-30T08:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T09:03:10.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If It Were Up To Me...</title><summary type='text'>...I'd do this more often.That's me, jumping off a big-ass rock into the sea over 20 feet below. I believe I've never had that much adrenalin pumped into my system before. Sooobrang asteeeg! Photo taken from our trip to Tali Beach in Nasugbu, Batangas last May 22, 2005. Courtesy of my officemate Alvir Jugo. More pics to follow.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/111741491423228099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=111741491423228099&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/111741491423228099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/111741491423228099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2005/05/if-it-were-up-to-me.html' title='If It Were Up To Me...'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786850.post-111527501305787831</id><published>2005-05-05T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T14:46:02.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Thing I'm A Nerd...</title><summary type='text'>Just sharing something I got through email recently. It's a nice read. I guess I saw myself in most of the descriptions. I can think of one or two people I know that fit the whole profile though. Enjoy.Why Geeks And Nerds Are Worth ItIn the wide world of dating, there are many options. Do you go for the flashy guy with the smooth smile, or the dude in the corner typing away on his laptop? The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/111527501305787831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=111527501305787831&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/111527501305787831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/111527501305787831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2005/05/good-thing-im-nerd.html' title='Good Thing I&apos;m A Nerd...'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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-5786850.post-111458236797829328</id><published>2005-04-27T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T15:59:40.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's What I'm Talkin' About!</title><summary type='text'>You may remember my From Creepy Thin Man to Incredible Bulk post from way back October 2003. This was around the time when I first made the big decision to refine my eating habits and watch my weight. The photo below is "Exhibit B" from the said post. Truth is I still find it pretty disturbing. Before. 200-pound, hairless monstrosity with boobies, looking stupid in beach shorts. Doesn't send the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/111458236797829328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=111458236797829328&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/111458236797829328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/111458236797829328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2005/04/thats-what-im-talkin-about.html' title='That&apos;s What I&apos;m Talkin&apos; About!'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786850.post-111295572283355992</id><published>2005-04-08T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T18:30:54.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Hurts So Much It's Not Funny Anymore</title><summary type='text'>I hate this.Anyway, squeezing in this post (while I can) just so you know I'm still alive. In case you didn't notice I've temporarily disabled Haloscan usage here...I recently discovered that they only keep comments from the last 3 months or so, which sucks big time. And since your comments mean a lot to me, I've enabled Blogger's comments feature instead. Still in the process of tweaking the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/111295572283355992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=111295572283355992&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/111295572283355992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/111295572283355992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2005/04/it-hurts-so-much-its-not-funny-anymore.html' title='It Hurts So Much It&apos;s Not Funny Anymore'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786850.post-110973006560775195</id><published>2005-03-02T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T10:22:47.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Goodie...A Post!</title><summary type='text'>(Squeezing in some blog time while I wait for these reports to finish).I think I've just set a new blogger record: Most number of days gone without a single post.47 days, dammit! Now that is bloody depressing. So much for Getting Off On The Right Foot. *Sigh*I can't believe I've been quiet for the whole of February (which just happens to be my favorite time of the year). I mean, what can you not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/110973006560775195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=110973006560775195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/110973006560775195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/110973006560775195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2005/03/oh-goodiea-post.html' title='Oh, Goodie...A Post!'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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-5786850.post-110555226650441290</id><published>2005-01-13T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T02:29:07.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photoblog - Mheng's Despidida</title><summary type='text'>Some pictures from my former officemate and gym buddy Mheng's despidida at Bacolod Chicken - Robinson's Pioneer last Tuesday, January 11, 2005. He left for London on Wednesday, January 12, 2005. Good luck and more power to you, bro! We'll miss you.Pics taken with the old, reliable 3200 as usual.Mheng: Despidida Boy.Rachel: Vavavoom Favorite Female #1Trixie: Vavavoom Favorite Female #2Jesse: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/110555226650441290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=110555226650441290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/110555226650441290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/110555226650441290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2005/01/photoblog-mhengs-despidida.html' title='Photoblog - Mheng&apos;s Despidida'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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-5786850.post-110527296504983692</id><published>2005-01-09T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T00:45:25.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photoblog - Weekend at Jon Z's 2005</title><summary type='text'>Last night marked our return to the Instituto Zuluaga, after about a year of absence, for the much anticipated Weekend at Jon Z's 2005. The "Weekend" was in celebration of Brother Jon's return from Spain, at the same time, a farewell gathering for Brother Gerwin, who flew back to Hong Kong today. As all WEAJZ's would have it, "a good time was had by all". Some pictures, taken with the trusty </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/110527296504983692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=110527296504983692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/110527296504983692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/110527296504983692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2005/01/photoblog-weekend-at-jon-zs-2005.html' title='Photoblog - Weekend at Jon Z&apos;s 2005'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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-5786850.post-110482207767981451</id><published>2005-01-04T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T15:03:57.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome, Goldenbhoy!</title><summary type='text'>May the Good Lord have mercy on the blogging world. He he he.Drop by The Showroom and show him a little love, folks. Bry, you've been sidebarred. To our good looks...and sexy bodies!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/110482207767981451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=110482207767981451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/110482207767981451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/110482207767981451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2005/01/welcome-goldenbhoy.html' title='Welcome, Goldenbhoy!'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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-5786850.post-110456990769400945</id><published>2005-01-01T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T23:47:49.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Off On The Right Foot</title><summary type='text'>There's an old superstition about doing (or not doing) certain things during the first day of the year, if (or unless) you intend to do (or not do) those things in for the remainder of the year. I've never believed in that. But maybe I'm a lot more superstitious than I'd like to admit, that's why I'm writing this right now. I want to start the year right, not just with the whole blogging thing (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/110456990769400945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=110456990769400945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/110456990769400945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/110456990769400945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2005/01/getting-off-on-right-foot.html' title='Getting Off On The Right Foot'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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-5786850.post-110349656109307297</id><published>2004-12-20T05:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T06:52:45.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Googlism</title><summary type='text'>Blame the people on my side bar. My comments in parentheses.ejay is working again (How'd you know?)ejay is working again ok dudes? (Okay.)ejay is having some problems with the servers not accepting the tracks that are uploaded because they are pretty full (I'm having problems with the servers, period.)ejay is bringing music to your home (Really? Where?)ejay is entitled to remove individual </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/110349656109307297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=110349656109307297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/110349656109307297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/110349656109307297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/12/googlism.html' title='Googlism'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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-5786850.post-110316933077298413</id><published>2004-12-16T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T02:15:06.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Somethings</title><summary type='text'>Taken from Jon Z.'s blog.THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:Ejay (very, very few people get the spelling right; variations include Eej, Edge, Ejong and 'jay)Jeps (short for Jepoy, my personification of a comic strip character I created back in college; only my classmates call me this nowadays)Nefut (slang for a native of the Cordilleras and is actually meant to be derogatory; when in Baguio, never use it if</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/110316933077298413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=110316933077298413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/110316933077298413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/110316933077298413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/12/three-somethings.html' title='Three Somethings'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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-5786850.post-110184132615824591</id><published>2004-11-30T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T03:19:15.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Tired</title><summary type='text'>Well, three straight overnights at work does that to you. Yeah, I'm still here. Just in time to say goodbye to November and hello to December! Whoopee!Can't really sleep. Lot of stuff to finish. But I can't work on something else at this point either since I'm still waiting for my programs to finish before I can proceed with my other tasks. Stupid dependencies. Anyway, I figured now's a good </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/110184132615824591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=110184132615824591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/110184132615824591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/110184132615824591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-tired.html' title='I&apos;m Tired'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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-5786850.post-110016051625937448</id><published>2004-11-11T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T09:13:57.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Last Episode Of Nefville...</title><summary type='text'>Truth be told, I was very tempted to just post some amusing picture I received thru email a few days ago. I, obviously, decided not to. For one thing, I didn't want to risk being called madaya (a cheat) by Zane again (which, I admit, is true...easy way out and all that). But more than that, I figured it was just a little too unfair to those who allot a small amount of their time to drop by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/110016051625937448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=110016051625937448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/110016051625937448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/110016051625937448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/11/in-last-episode-of-nefville.html' title='In The Last Episode Of Nefville...'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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-5786850.post-109867615400991279</id><published>2004-10-25T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T11:51:29.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Paomnnehal Pweor Of The Hmuan Mnid</title><summary type='text'>Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/109867615400991279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=109867615400991279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/109867615400991279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/109867615400991279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/10/paomnnehal-pweor-of-hmuan-mnid.html' title='The Paomnnehal Pweor Of The Hmuan Mnid'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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-5786850.post-109816760861002185</id><published>2004-10-19T08:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T15:48:45.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomizing</title><summary type='text'>What do you do when you just can't find one thing to write about? Write about completely random things...at least the ones worth mentioning from the last couple of days.GymRommel (my trainer) gave me a new gym program to work with for the next six months. I'm back to using free weights after a long time (last time I lifted was back in college). And I'm finally into the whole cardio thing to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/109816760861002185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=109816760861002185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/109816760861002185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/109816760861002185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/10/randomizing.html' title='Randomizing'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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-5786850.post-109747927017499672</id><published>2004-10-11T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T11:18:24.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World without a Superman</title><summary type='text'>Actor Christopher Reeve, who played 'Superman' in four movies and appeared as 'Dr. Virgil Swann' in the hit TV series Smallville, died at 5:30 p.m. Sunday after suffering a heart attack on Saturday and going into a coma. He was 52.Reeve was rendered paralyzed for life after breaking his neck in 1995 during an equestrian competition. He emerged from his personal tragedy with the help of friends </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/109747927017499672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=109747927017499672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/109747927017499672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/109747927017499672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/10/world-without-superman.html' title='World without a Superman'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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-5786850.post-109723324647000397</id><published>2004-10-08T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T19:00:46.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gender of 'Computer'</title><summary type='text'>A French teacher was explaining to her class that in French, unlike English, nouns are designated as either masculine or feminine. "House" for instance, is feminine -- "la maison."  "Pencil", however, is masculine -- "le crayon."A student asked, "What gender is 'computer'?"Instead of giving the answer, the teacher split the class into two groups, male and female, and asked them to decide for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/109723324647000397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=109723324647000397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/109723324647000397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/109723324647000397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/10/gender-of-computer.html' title='The Gender of &apos;Computer&apos;'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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-5786850.post-109655011292932810</id><published>2004-09-30T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T00:15:17.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If All Else Fails...</title><summary type='text'>...there's always Yahoo! Messenger.So Ping messages me at work, going into the final seven minutes of Game 3 of the UAAP Men's Basketball Finals between the DLSU Green Archers and the defending champion FEU Tamaraws. DLSU is up by seven points.ej_paz (6:06:12 PM): astig.planetping (6:06:43 PM): 4 na langplanetping (6:06:49 PM): 2 tres ng FEUplanetping (6:06:52 PM): feckplanetping (6:06:56</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/109655011292932810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=109655011292932810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/109655011292932810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/109655011292932810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/09/if-all-else-fails.html' title='If All Else Fails...'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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-5786850.post-109590307957075930</id><published>2004-09-23T09:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T09:41:37.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies and Gentlemen...</title><summary type='text'>...The Fantastic Four.Clockwise from upper left: Ioan Gruffudd as Mr. Fantastic, Jessica Alba as The Invisible Woman, Chris Evans as The Human Torch, and Michael Chiklis as The Thing. Photos courtesy of Anti Hero Comics.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/109590307957075930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=109590307957075930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/109590307957075930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/109590307957075930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/09/ladies-and-gentlemen.html' title='Ladies and Gentlemen...'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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-5786850.post-109530559373368111</id><published>2004-09-16T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T11:33:13.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Importance of Friendship</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/109530559373368111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=109530559373368111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/109530559373368111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/109530559373368111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/09/importance-of-friendship.html' title='The Importance of Friendship'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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-5786850.post-109472269867534560</id><published>2004-09-09T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T17:38:18.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Name Game</title><summary type='text'>Taken from Djong, which she got from Sarah.Porn Star Name (name of first pet + street you live in)- Brownie Banahaw. Oh yeah.Movie Star Name (favorite snack food + grandfather's first name)- Pasta Tolomeo or Pasta Mariano, depending on which Lolo's name I use. I could well be the lead in some mobster movie with those names.Fashion Designer Name (first word you see on your left + favorite </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/109472269867534560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=109472269867534560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/109472269867534560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/109472269867534560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/09/name-game.html' title='Name Game'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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-5786850.post-109469649386746579</id><published>2004-09-09T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T11:19:35.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Burning Lead!</title><summary type='text'>September 9, 2003 saw the birth of this blog and the historical (and aptly entitled) first post. Can't believe it's been a year already.Here's to burning a lot more lead, folks. And as Bryan always says, to our good looks...and sexy bodies.Man, I need a beer.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/109469649386746579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=109469649386746579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/109469649386746579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/109469649386746579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/09/happy-birthday-burning-lead.html' title='Happy Birthday, Burning Lead!'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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-5786850.post-109453940849880504</id><published>2004-09-07T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T22:52:24.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And The Scale Says...</title><summary type='text'>4.5 kilograms.That's how much I've lost in the weight department. That's 9.9 pounds, my friends...9.9 pounds! I haven't lost this much weight since I got sick with Typhoid back in the 3rd grade. Not even when I still played basketball.Amazing.Three more months left in the year. Let's see if I can keep this up.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/109453940849880504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=109453940849880504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/109453940849880504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/109453940849880504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/09/and-scale-says.html' title='And The Scale Says...'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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-5786850.post-109421077698038559</id><published>2004-09-03T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T08:10:19.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Deep</title><summary type='text'>I’m so aliveI’m so enlightened I can barely surviveA night in my mindSo I’ve got a planI’m gonna find out just how boring I amAnd have a good timeCause ever since I’ve tried Trying not to findEvery little meaning in my lifeIt’s been fine, I’ve been coolWith my new golden ruleNumb is the new deepDone with the old meAnd talk is the same cheap it's beenIs there a God?Why is he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/109421077698038559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=109421077698038559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/109421077698038559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/109421077698038559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/09/new-deep.html' title='New Deep'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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-5786850.post-109414646685304816</id><published>2004-09-03T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T01:36:59.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes...</title><summary type='text'>...I just can't help but think if this is all worth it.My work, I mean.What am I doing here so late anyway (and for the second straight night at that)? I've only had an hour's worth of sleep today...seriously...but here I am, busting my ass off, maybe on the verge of killing myself. And for what? Experience? Well, that's always been a given. Honor and prestige, maybe boost my chances for a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/109414646685304816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=109414646685304816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/109414646685304816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/109414646685304816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/09/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes...'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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-5786850.post-109351270124245938</id><published>2004-08-26T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T01:39:19.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dammit.</title><summary type='text'>(I can imagine Zane breathing a sigh of relief, "Finally, updates.")I wish this crazy schedule could be a little more cooperative. I hate not being able to blog. It's depressing...makes me feel so rusty. Sure I get to exercise the old brain at work, but writing's different. No heavy thought required, minimal stress, a welcome break from all the craziness of the corporate zoo.There are a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/109351270124245938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=109351270124245938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/109351270124245938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/109351270124245938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/08/dammit.html' title='Dammit.'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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-5786850.post-109141352534091003</id><published>2004-08-02T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T10:34:58.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Racer</title><summary type='text'>My legs are killing me, but it was one hell of an experience.Last Saturday, I had travelled with five other officemates to Tagaytay City for the 2004 ADSOC Adventure Quest, this half-day adventure race we had signed-up for a couple of weeks ago. I had never participated in an event like this before, so I figured this was a good time to try out something new.A total of 10 teams, comprised of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/109141352534091003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=109141352534091003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/109141352534091003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/109141352534091003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/08/amazing-racer.html' title='Amazing Racer'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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-5786850.post-109051428003138094</id><published>2004-07-23T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T01:52:05.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat Fist!</title><summary type='text'>This quiz result would have been really cool.Except the name's IRON FIST, not Power Fist, you damn morons!!! Don't go f*cking up our superheroes' names.Get it right next time.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/109051428003138094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=109051428003138094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/109051428003138094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/109051428003138094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/07/eat-fist.html' title='Eat Fist!'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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-5786850.post-109048546349333062</id><published>2004-07-22T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T16:37:43.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love At Its Most Beautiful</title><summary type='text'>In you I have found everything I have always wanted. You are my peace of mind, the reason I look forward to the end of each day. I find refuge and comfort in your arms. You understand the entirety of my being, embrace my inner child, accept my eccentricities. You inspire me in countless ways, and you needn't even say a word. You are the reason I persevere, the reason I try to give a little bit </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/109048546349333062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=109048546349333062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/109048546349333062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/109048546349333062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/07/love-at-its-most-beautiful.html' title='Love At Its Most Beautiful'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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-5786850.post-108987406881623457</id><published>2004-07-15T14:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T00:49:06.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoo Ha!</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!-- START YOUTHINK.COM QUIZ RESULTS --&gt;Which member of the JLA are you?BATMANLosing his parents to a tragic mugging, Bruce Wayne took a vow to wage a one man war on crime. Using the image of the bat to strike fear into criminals, he dons the guise of the Dark Knight after the sun sets. A genius detective and scientist he is a valuable member to the League even without powers.Click Here to Take </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/108987406881623457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=108987406881623457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/108987406881623457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/108987406881623457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/07/hoo-ha.html' title='Hoo Ha!'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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-5786850.post-108903283273937161</id><published>2004-07-08T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T16:48:07.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Been Up...</title><summary type='text'>Ooh Mama!Say hello to 17-year old, 6'0" Maria Sharapova, 2004 Wimbledon Women's Champion, part-time model, and my new crush.She was born on April 19, 1987 in Nyagan, a town in the Siberian region of Russia. In 1989, the Sharapova family moved to the Black Sea resort town of Sochi. A chance encounter changed her life at the young age of 4. She met with the father of tennis champ Yevgeny </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/108903283273937161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=108903283273937161&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/108903283273937161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/108903283273937161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/07/whats-been-up.html' title='What&apos;s Been Up...'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786850.post-108856291872893206</id><published>2004-06-30T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T13:24:28.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell Yeah!</title><summary type='text'>Tonight, 9:45PM, Glorietta 4 Cinemas, for free. God is good.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/108856291872893206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=108856291872893206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/108856291872893206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/108856291872893206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/06/hell-yeah.html' title='Hell Yeah!'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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-5786850.post-108812579003489234</id><published>2004-06-25T09:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T09:13:16.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woman</title><summary type='text'>If I be so inclined to climb up beside youWould you tell me that the time just isn't right?And if I ever find the key you hide so wellWill you tell me that I can spend the night?Leavin' your smell on my coat, leavin' your taste on my shoulderI still fail to understand what it is about this woman.If I could bottle up the chills that you give meI would keep them in a jar next to my bed.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/108812579003489234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=108812579003489234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/108812579003489234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/108812579003489234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/06/woman.html' title='Woman'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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-5786850.post-108554814806779757</id><published>2004-05-26T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T13:34:50.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day After Tomorrow</title><summary type='text'>Thanks to the powers that be at Pi's good office, she and I were able to catch an advanced (free) screening of The Day After Tomorrow at the Rockwell Cinemas last night. I had really low expectations from this movie after seeing the likes of Independence Day and The Perfect Storm. So imagine my surprise when this turned out to be one of the better films I've seen so far this year. It's actually</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/108554814806779757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=108554814806779757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/108554814806779757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/108554814806779757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/05/day-after-tomorrow.html' title='The Day After Tomorrow'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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-5786850.post-108544877048301983</id><published>2004-05-25T08:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T09:34:09.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid</title><summary type='text'>What the hell is Jinggoy Estrada doing in the "Magic 12" (final lineup of Senator-elects)? It's a wonder why he was ever allowed to run in the first place, considering he is charged with plunder and is only out on bail. (Well, this isn't the first time criminals have been voted in to office. Remember Romeo Jalosjos? He was convicted of statutory rape a few years back, but still won as Congressman</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/108544877048301983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=108544877048301983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/108544877048301983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/108544877048301983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/05/stupid.html' title='Stupid'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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-5786850.post-108519716277193474</id><published>2004-05-22T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T11:58:53.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Little Thing</title><summary type='text'>Let me inTo see you in the morning lightTo get me on and all along the tears they comeSee all comeI want you to believe in lifeBut I get the strangest feeling that you've gone awayWill you find out who you are too late to change?I wish I could be Every little thing you wantedAll the timeI wish I could be Every little thing you wantedAll the time Some timesLift me up Just lift me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/108519716277193474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=108519716277193474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/108519716277193474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/108519716277193474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/05/every-little-thing.html' title='Every Little Thing'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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-5786850.post-108513932319558894</id><published>2004-05-21T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T19:38:15.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Look</title><summary type='text'>Let me know what you think. You know I always appreciate the feedback.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/108513932319558894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=108513932319558894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/108513932319558894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/108513932319558894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/05/new-look.html' title='New Look'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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-5786850.post-108498343034927019</id><published>2004-05-19T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T18:30:12.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Current</title><summary type='text'>From Gerwin, Jon, and Zane:Current mood - Gamma-radiated.  Current music - Maroon 5 and Initial D OST.Current taste - Beef Tapa.Current hair - Barber's cut.Current clothes - Office uniform (dark blue checkered long sleeves, gray slacks). Current annoyance - Being in the office after 10PM.Current smell - Johnson's Baby Cologne. Current thing I ought to be doing - Working.Current desktop </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/108498343034927019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=108498343034927019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/108498343034927019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/108498343034927019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/05/current.html' title='Current'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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-5786850.post-108497359214073668</id><published>2004-05-19T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T19:07:34.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missed Me?</title><summary type='text'>Such a long time ago when I updated the old blog (as of this writing, it has taken me approximately 20 minutes to decide on the next sentence). I'm getting real rusty. And it's not a very good feeling at all.Anyway, you'd think the absence has given me ample time to stack up on a number of postable posts by now, but the truth is my life between the last post (April 22) and today has been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/feeds/108497359214073668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786850&amp;postID=108497359214073668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/108497359214073668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/108497359214073668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/05/missed-me.html' title='Missed Me?'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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-5786850.post-108259377977651443</id><published>2004-04-22T08:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T19:08:15.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kurdapya</title><summary type='text'>Happy 33rd Monthsary. Lufyah.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/108259377977651443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/108259377977651443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/04/kurdapya.html' title='Kurdapya'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786850.post-108250910316560251</id><published>2004-04-21T08:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T19:13:09.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Sacrifice'</title><summary type='text'>It is this lack of regret, no, this utter joy, at leaving the supposed center of the universe for a backwater Third World country that has baffled so many of the people I have met here. Many of them -- a few Americans but mostly Filipinos (or former Filipinos) -- seemed to assume that since I was fortunate enough to make it to the States, I would want to stay here permanently. So many times in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/108250910316560251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/108250910316560251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/04/sacrifice.html' title='&apos;Sacrifice&apos;'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786850.post-108234565031203815</id><published>2004-04-19T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T19:14:14.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ross is Boss</title><summary type='text'>Alex Ross that is. I've always admired the man for his exceptional work in comics. Exceptional is, of course, an understatement. What I particularly (and consistently) admire when it comes to his art are his renditions of Superman and Batman. Recently, Mr. Ross took the liberty of painting some mock-up posters for the upcoming Superman Movie, were a familiar actor to take on the role of the Man </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/108234565031203815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/108234565031203815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/04/ross-is-boss.html' title='Ross is Boss'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786850.post-108233865403020549</id><published>2004-04-19T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T19:16:13.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realpolitik</title><summary type='text'>You know you can’t expect significant reforms after the elections when the two top contenders for the presidency are competing for support from the Marcos and Estrada camps. Both President Arroyo and actor Fernando Poe Jr. have made no secret of their courtship of deposed President Joseph Estrada, who so far has not changed his mind about endorsing his close friend Poe. President Arroyo flew to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/108233865403020549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/108233865403020549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/04/realpolitik.html' title='Realpolitik'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786850.post-108207715281837479</id><published>2004-04-16T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T19:18:05.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reputations</title><summary type='text'>A JAPANESE journalist from Tokyo told me this story: Her father was in the diplomatic service and they moved a lot when she was a kid. She herself grew up in New York, coming back to Japan only when she was 13. Her first language was English, which she speaks to this day with an American accent. She had a hard time speaking Japanese when they moved back to Japan. Though it was the language spoken</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/108207715281837479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/108207715281837479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/04/reputations.html' title='Reputations'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786850.post-108182408831515952</id><published>2004-04-13T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T19:18:42.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shaolin Shutter</title><summary type='text'>"You killed my Mastah...I will make you pay! Finishing strike: Wrath of the Stupid-looking Picture-taker!"Heh heh heh. Even the way he holds the camera has this Kung-Fu element to it. Makes you wonder how you look when you take your pictures, doesn't it?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/108182408831515952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/108182408831515952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/04/shaolin-shutter.html' title='Shaolin Shutter'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786850.post-108175637399888863</id><published>2004-04-12T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T19:19:22.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Out! It's Out!</title><summary type='text'>The new trailer for Spider-man 2 is out, and I just have to say...IT KICKS SO MUCH ASS!!! Check it out at apple.com or at the official site. Oh yeah, small, medium, large, and fullscreen versions of the trailer are also available for download. Sweeeeeet!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/108175637399888863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/108175637399888863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/04/its-out-its-out.html' title='It&apos;s Out! It&apos;s Out!'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786850.post-108114742666290778</id><published>2004-04-05T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T19:20:21.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies, Movies, and More Movies</title><summary type='text'>The last time I was this excited about movies, it was the year Spider-man was going to be shown in theaters. This year, not only am I absolutely pissing my pants over Spider-man 2 in July, I'm dying to see a whole bunch of upcoming flicks, whose trailers I've gotten the chance to see courtesy of Yahoo! Movies. At the rate of things, 2004 is going to go down in history as the year of the movies (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/108114742666290778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/108114742666290778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/04/movies-movies-and-more-movies.html' title='Movies, Movies, and More Movies'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786850.post-108077827116990106</id><published>2004-04-01T08:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T19:21:12.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have No Fear...</title><summary type='text'>...the Batmobile is here! Courtesy of the Batman Begins official site.Now if this doesn't scare the living crap out of any "cowardly and superstitous lot", I don't know what will. Man, I can't wait...and we haven't even reached the middle of this year!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/108077827116990106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/108077827116990106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/04/have-no-fear.html' title='Have No Fear...'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786850.post-108017533700564333</id><published>2004-03-25T08:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T19:21:57.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Pressure</title><summary type='text'>Zane was so quick to point out how slow I am in providing answers to the following questionnaire. I don't really mind. It's a good time to update the blog again anyway. Work's been significantly tougher to deal with lately. Projects galore. As of this writing, I am scheduled to stay overnight here in the office to monitor the migration of one of the more critical projects, the details of which, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/108017533700564333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/108017533700564333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/03/no-pressure.html' title='No Pressure'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786850.post-107949862433334986</id><published>2004-03-17T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T19:22:30.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big, White, and Hairy</title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday, Chief. Have a good one.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/107949862433334986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/107949862433334986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/03/big-white-and-hairy.html' title='Big, White, and Hairy'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786850.post-107888056870279337</id><published>2004-03-10T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T19:23:13.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things To Do Before You Die</title><summary type='text'>Heh heh heh. The third one's my favorite.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/107888056870279337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/107888056870279337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/03/things-to-do-before-you-die.html' title='Things To Do Before You Die'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786850.post-107829273023692867</id><published>2004-03-03T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T19:26:15.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Echo</title><summary type='text'>There's something about the look in your eyesSomething I noticed when the light was just rightIt reminded me twice that I was aliveAnd it reminded me that you're so worth the fightMy biggest fear will be the rescue of meStrange how it turns out that way, yeahCould you show me dear...something I've not seen?Something infinitely interestingCould you show me dear...something I've not seen?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/107829273023692867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/107829273023692867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/03/echo.html' title='Echo'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786850.post-107821045746138845</id><published>2004-03-02T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T19:28:38.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Previously, on Nefville...</title><summary type='text'>Movie DroughtFor the first time this year, I have gone two weeks without watching a single movie in the cinema. Hopefully, this weekend will end the streak. I hear I'm missing out on a bunch of great flicks.Banahaw Street 916FThe apartment is just about ready to live in. The previous weekends were spent mostly shopping around for the basics and scavenging surplus stuff from the Ferrer </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/107821045746138845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/107821045746138845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/03/previously-on-nefville.html' title='Previously, on Nefville...'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786850.post-107760431541203565</id><published>2004-02-24T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T19:31:43.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Hell with FPJ</title><summary type='text'>News I came across yesterday: Poe finds intellectual challenge daunting. You mean people expected otherwise? He's a fucking high school drop-out for crying out loud! A. High. School. Drop-out. Of course he'll find intellectual challenge daunting. He'd probably pop a vein and die if he tried to actually use his brain and push it beyond its current limits (which aren't that far out to begin with)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/107760431541203565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/107760431541203565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/02/to-hell-with-fpj.html' title='To Hell with FPJ'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786850.post-107727430977407988</id><published>2004-02-20T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T19:36:05.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Corporate Funnies</title><summary type='text'>A young executive was leaving the office at 6 p.m. when he found the CEO standing in front of a shredder with a piece of paper in his hand."Listen," said the CEO, "this is a very sensitive and important document, and my secretary has left. Can you make this thing work?""Certainly," said the young executive. He turned the machine on, inserted the paper, and pressed the start button. "Excellent</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/107727430977407988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/107727430977407988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/02/corporate-funnies.html' title='Corporate Funnies'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786850.post-107700992524557365</id><published>2004-02-17T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T19:35:04.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And A Good Time Was Had By All...</title><summary type='text'>...borrowing the words of my Big, White, and Hairy friend. My Valentine's officially started on the 13th. The Goddess Kurdapya and I had planned earlier in the week to go to the Lovapalooza event at Roxas, but due to preoccupations at the office until about 7 PM (the event starts at 8), we had to cancel. Traffic was murder by the time we got off from work. I was lucky enough though to find </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/107700992524557365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/107700992524557365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/02/and-good-time-was-had-by-all.html' title='And A Good Time Was Had By All...'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786850.post-107638374036297252</id><published>2004-02-10T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T19:38:32.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>23</title><summary type='text'>I guess you just really get to that point in your life when you stop, and come to realize you're not as powerful as you think, not as prepared or brave or confident, not as smart or wise as everybody around you says you are. You realize that you're not as equipped to handle all of life's pressures as you believe you are. Five or six years down the road you'll have all these plans, but find out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/107638374036297252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/107638374036297252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/02/23.html' title='23'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786850.post-107632367490815214</id><published>2004-02-09T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T19:39:41.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Far Away</title><summary type='text'>This is my lifeIt's not what it was beforeAll these feelings I've sharedAnd these are my dreamsThat I'd never lived beforeSomebody shake meCause I, I must be sleepingNow that we're here,It's so far awayAll the struggle we fought was in vainAll the mistakes,One life containedThey all finally start to go awayNow that we're here its so far awayAnd I feel like I can face the dayI can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/107632367490815214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/107632367490815214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/02/so-far-away.html' title='So Far Away'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786850.post-107605068448464088</id><published>2004-02-06T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T19:40:56.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Guy Can Dream</title><summary type='text'>Besides, it's good to exercise one's Photoshop skills once in a while. *Sigh* I miss the TLS days.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/107605068448464088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/107605068448464088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/02/guy-can-dream.html' title='A Guy Can Dream'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786850.post-107580643818375986</id><published>2004-02-03T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T19:41:33.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's The Girl?</title><summary type='text'>You tell me. At the moment, she's just known as The Double A Paper Girl (Double A is a popular brand of printing paper in the Netherlands, so I hear). If you can find out what her name is (and also find some additional pictures while you're at it), I will be eternally grateful.What's all the fuss about? Nothing really. Let's just say I got hit by this so hard I'm pretty obssessed with her at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/107580643818375986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/107580643818375986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/02/whos-girl.html' title='Who&apos;s The Girl?'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786850.post-107571342150858836</id><published>2004-02-02T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T19:42:39.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not Easy Being Green...</title><summary type='text'>...but some things are just worth posting.When I was born, I got a choice - A big dick or a good memory. I am not able to remember what I chose.------------------------------------------------------------------------My wife is a sex object. Every time I ask for sex, she objects.------------------------------------------------------------------------Impotence: Nature's way of saying "No hard </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/107571342150858836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/107571342150858836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/02/its-not-easy-being-green.html' title='It&apos;s Not Easy Being Green...'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786850.post-107528844414996733</id><published>2004-01-28T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T19:47:02.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Good to be Pinoy!</title><summary type='text'>A Pinoy is having breakfast one morning (coffee, croissants, bread, butter and jam when a Frenchman, chewing bubble-gum, sits down next to him. The Pinoy ignores the Frenchman who, nevertheless, starts a conversation.Frenchman: "You Filipinos eat the whole bread??"Pinoy (in a bad mood): "Of course."Frenchman: (after blowing a huge bubble) "We don't. In France, we only eat what's inside. The</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/107528844414996733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/107528844414996733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/01/its-good-to-be-pinoy.html' title='It&apos;s Good to be Pinoy!'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786850.post-107507930821705395</id><published>2004-01-26T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T08:29:29.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weekend News</title><summary type='text'>Samurai ShowdownI got to watch The Last Samurai twice over the weekend, so it's quite obvious that I've taken a tremendous liking for the film. The story for the most part, is good, but not something we haven't already seen before (think Michael Dudikoff or David Bradley given the A-movie treatment via Tom Cruise). What it lacks in originality though, it makes up for in its exquisite production </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/107507930821705395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/107507930821705395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/01/weekend-news.html' title='The Weekend News'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786850.post-107455938506614362</id><published>2004-01-20T08:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T08:30:55.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasted Opportunity</title><summary type='text'>PLUS ca change, plus c'est la meme chose. (The more it changes, the more it remains the same.) Edsa II was mounted three years ago to change a corrupt and incompetent administration. It was described by a columnist as "the culmination of a movement to restore accountability and idealism in government.''But has Edsa II changed the corrupt landscape of Philippine government and politics? The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/107455938506614362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/107455938506614362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/01/wasted-opportunity.html' title='Wasted Opportunity'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786850.post-107450600885935899</id><published>2004-01-19T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T08:40:09.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>David Blaine Ain't Got Nothin' On Fido Dido</title><summary type='text'>Click here, and you'll see what I mean. It's just simply beyond human comprehesion.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/107450600885935899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/107450600885935899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/01/david-blaine-aint-got-nothin-on-fido.html' title='David Blaine Ain&apos;t Got Nothin&apos; On Fido Dido'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786850.post-107449461211643124</id><published>2004-01-19T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T11:42:54.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up, Up, and Away...</title><summary type='text'>...is probably a bit too early for everyone's favorite farmboy at this point. But there's always room for a familiar look.Photo courtesy of Kryptonsite.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/107449461211643124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/107449461211643124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/01/up-up-and-away.html' title='Up, Up, and Away...'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786850.post-107423549550677215</id><published>2004-01-16T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T11:43:38.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dagohoy Story</title><summary type='text'>It was the first day of school in Washington, DC and a new student named Dagohoy, the son of a Filipino immigrant, entered the fourth grade.The teacher began, "Let's review some American history, class. Who said 'Give me liberty or give me death?'" She saw a sea of blank faces, except for Dagohoy's who had his hand up, "Patrick Henry, 1775." "Very good," said the teacher."Who said 'Government</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/107423549550677215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/107423549550677215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/01/dagohoy-story.html' title='The Dagohoy Story'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786850.post-107399219272975230</id><published>2004-01-13T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T11:44:25.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Step Backward</title><summary type='text'>The Supreme Court has just found the P1.3-B contract between the Commission on Elections (Comelec) and the Mega Pacific consortium for the computerization of the coming May 10 polls null and void. Full story here.The computerization, part of the Comelec's Election Modernization program, has been heavily opposed by many, citing a number of irregularities in the vote-counting machines and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/107399219272975230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/107399219272975230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/01/one-step-backward.html' title='One Step Backward'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786850.post-107389986811163554</id><published>2004-01-12T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T11:45:07.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photoblog - Day Trip to Enchanted Kingdom</title><summary type='text'>I know, I know...it's about damn time! Sorry but the first week of work has just been...very unfavorable...to my blogging time. Anyway, on with the show.December 20 of last year, I had the chance to visit Enchanted Kingdom (EK) again for just the third time in my life. It also was my first ever long drive from Manila to Laguna.The magic is here...or so they say.The last time I was here, it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/107389986811163554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/107389986811163554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/01/photoblog-day-trip-to-enchanted.html' title='Photoblog - Day Trip to Enchanted Kingdom'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786850.post-107326167786785226</id><published>2004-01-05T08:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T11:51:26.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After A Well-Deserved Break...</title><summary type='text'>...it's back to work again for me today. Spent a good two weeks on vacation in the motherland (Baguio City), but internet connection up there (in our house at least) is crap...and i mean my-friend's-cousin's-grandmother-runs-faster-than-this crap...so pardon the lack of updates. Expect decent blogging though in the next few days. Still have those photoblogs I promised on my list. I just need to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/107326167786785226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/107326167786785226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2004/01/after-well-deserved-break.html' title='After A Well-Deserved Break...'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786850.post-107208307660710148</id><published>2003-12-22T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T11:56:56.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I See You Smile</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I wonder how I'd ever make it throughThrough this world without having you, I just wouldn't have a clue'Cos sometimes it seems like this world's closing in on meAnd there's no way of breaking free, and then I see you reach for meSometimes I wanna give up, I wanna give in, I wanna quit the fightAnd then I see you baby, and everything's alright, everything's alrightWhen I see you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/107208307660710148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/107208307660710148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2003/12/when-i-see-you-smile.html' title='When I See You Smile'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786850.post-107153493037127329</id><published>2003-12-16T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T12:01:11.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photoblog - Tali Beach</title><summary type='text'>Last November 29, I was fortunate enough to visit Tali Beach in Nasugbu, Batangas for the first time. Amazing place, perfect for some major R&amp;R. But don't take my word for it, I'll let the pictures speak for themselves.This be my teammates. You can tell we were very delighted to be on this trip.We arrived at Nasugbu at around 10 AM. My officemate's resthouse was located inside a private </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/107153493037127329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786850/posts/default/107153493037127329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nefut.blogspot.com/2003/12/photoblog-tali-beach.html' title='Photoblog - Tali Beach'/><author><name>Ejay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06637921948006495732</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></entry></feed>
