<?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-8892453129310726398</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:13:46.202-08:00</updated><category term='NaBloPoMo'/><category term='Random Thoughts'/><category term='Reposted Pieces of Art'/><category term='Piece of Mind'/><category term='Attempts'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='CL 122'/><category term='Funny Things'/><category term='Reposted News'/><category term='Links'/><title type='text'>What About Airo?</title><subtitle type='html'>cause there are always times when the post it notes are no longer enough...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>¼Achilles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645585359312220809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YbNYS0uH9o/SM6fdbBecqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hE6djQ4OEV0/S220/lunapic-122150021584679.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892453129310726398.post-1189274627759262149</id><published>2009-01-12T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T13:46:24.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Digest 1 - Sock Cannibalism, Binyag, Wanted Single mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This weekend was nevertheless boring but fun, I was alive only that Sunday. I woke up early, around 5 in the morning. And in a very rare case of narrrowing field vision, I saw the growing pile of laundry almost shouting to me in gibberish. But I know they just wanted to be cleaned. And so I did. My first laundry in 2009. Was not that hard and fancy though. I just realized I saw fingers in there. And yeah, there was also the missing pair of sock complex. It was cannibalism I guess.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Last sunday's mass was all about "binyag". And Earl and I had a very "intellectual" talk about why us catholics christen little kids. It was not too long though. For he had to sleep, he just arrived from somewhere.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And yeah, I was also watching this chat channel. Where there were some fancy and not so suave lines.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1. Willing to meet kind mature guy... textmate lang... may asawa ako..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2. Send stats first.. No stats.. No reply..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. Need a shoulder to cry on...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4. hi I'm joey, Need aggresive, open-mind girl...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5. Gay ako as in bakla! basa muna bago text!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And the best one...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;6. Wanted single mother..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Watched that video of Urbandub's song Caught You in the Arms of Another. And noticed how straightforward it was. Wasnt good nor bad either. It was not just artsy fartsy as I expected it to be.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8892453129310726398-1189274627759262149?l=whataboutairo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/feeds/1189274627759262149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8892453129310726398&amp;postID=1189274627759262149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/1189274627759262149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/1189274627759262149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/2009/01/weekend-digest-1-sock-cannibalism.html' title='Weekend Digest 1 - Sock Cannibalism, Binyag, Wanted Single mother'/><author><name>¼Achilles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645585359312220809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YbNYS0uH9o/SM6fdbBecqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hE6djQ4OEV0/S220/lunapic-122150021584679.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892453129310726398.post-5926762483460632507</id><published>2009-01-06T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T08:56:58.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elementary Reunion</title><content type='html'>Whew! wala nako gi expect nga ing-ato ta ka daghan.. and honestly, &lt;br&gt;what i expected was the usual run-of-the-mill meeting where hi and &lt;br&gt;hellos would suffice the much needed conversations. And what I got &lt;br&gt;was that nostalgic drive back home. Kng tama ang pgka remember ko.. &lt;br&gt;eto ang mga listahan ng mga dumating and what entered my mind after..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sharon : same old girl.. wala kaau mi nag sturya so wala koy &lt;br&gt;evaluation sa iyang personality. . although naay part sa inom portion &lt;br&gt;nga naga talk mi, and she was all listen listen listen, kasabot na &lt;br&gt;siguro cya that the alcohol was starting to kick in.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;K.Anne : wala lang.. same face.. same spunk... if i'm not mistaken, &lt;br&gt;cya ang nangutana nga... "Saba japun si airo noh?" or was she trying &lt;br&gt;to be sarcastic at that time I would never know...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jocelyn : Aside from dinnah, cya siguro ung nag "grow" talaga.. The &lt;br&gt;moment I saw her... damn! she's a woman now! and during the inuman &lt;br&gt;session.. my assumptions where nothing but rectified and boy was she &lt;br&gt;great!(thanks sa libre!!) P.S. Tama jud ka.. dli na yagit si alex.. &lt;br&gt;so are the rest of us.. haha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pia : Hmm.. dear pia.. cute ka parn.. I remember having some sort of &lt;br&gt;admiration for her.. and yeah.. still cute and all... di nga lang &lt;br&gt;kami nka pag usap at that time.. but seeing her there relived the &lt;br&gt;kiddie "crush2x" in me...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Alvic : woohooo !!! bamboo!!! sporting the bamboo hairstyle... na &lt;br&gt;shock ko ke alvic.. although I had second thoughts of approaching him &lt;br&gt;though.. mangulata pa lang ug kalit...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Armon : well ... in the words of Mike Jugar.. distinct man gud cya ug &lt;br&gt;face.. and well.. he couldnt have been any closer to correct with &lt;br&gt;that statement.. here is a face where you would recognize wherever &lt;br&gt;you go.. lingaw japun si armon.. samok.. lami tripan kay dli pikon.. &lt;br&gt;haha go UP!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Alex : well alex.. do you find ____ sexy? Alex brought three &lt;br&gt;different shocking details when I saw him back there at port cafe... &lt;br&gt;the first one is the do you find [place name of person] sexy &lt;br&gt;questions (look at what nursing does to people)... second is the no-&lt;br&gt;bag look... and the overall look.. hmm... clean.. non yagit... and &lt;br&gt;most importantly, non yagit jud! wala nay face nga covered with pre-&lt;br&gt;emo semi F4 hair...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mike : swerte jud ni si mike.. nka libre na gani ug inom.. gi sundo &lt;br&gt;pa nako... ako pa jud nihatod.. tsk tsk... labaw pa sa chix.. haha &lt;br&gt;hilumon japun... ug logical... in a good way.. hahaha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jeremy : hhhuuuiiiieee jed! ibalik jud ang past.. hahaha cya jud ang &lt;br&gt;nagpa remind sa akoa about all those "science quiz" moments... the &lt;br&gt;strip-quiz.. . nga nag walk out daw si dinnah.. d na ko ka remember.. &lt;br&gt;pero lingaw jud to.. haha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Flabert : Dakong tawo... dako ug tingog... or somewhat imposing.. &lt;br&gt;ahaha naa daw uyab nga chix... chix daw kaau.. haha wala pud mi nka &lt;br&gt;sturya ug au.. pero naa pa btaw next time..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kristine : Unmistakable voice.. layo pa lang maka ila na ka.. haha &lt;br&gt;wala kaau nag change.. nag transform lang cya.. hahaha nahimu cyang &lt;br&gt;mas chix pa kesa dati.. haha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jane : First things first... salamat sa pagiging P.I.O. on such short &lt;br&gt;notice.. hahaha pirme man ta magkita jane oie... unsa bah... un... &lt;br&gt;uhm... thanks sa pag handle sa responsibility of gathering all of &lt;br&gt;us.. haha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dinnah : Pagsaka pa lang nako sa escalator and walking towards sa &lt;br&gt;port cafe naay girl nga ni kaway sa amua... in my mind was.. "shit! &lt;br&gt;chix bai.. nag kaway pero wala ko kaila.." then settled on my seat at &lt;br&gt;port... pag abot niya sa mga chairs.. I had those rare movie-effect &lt;br&gt;kind of "shit! cya na?" na shock lang ko sa nature's way of &lt;br&gt;metamorphosis. . ahaha well, if i were asked "do you find dinnah sexy? &lt;br&gt;hell yeah!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ug sa mga wala pa nako na mention.. ingna lang kinsa.. i have a sick &lt;br&gt;short term memory bank.. hahah ^_^&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8892453129310726398-5926762483460632507?l=whataboutairo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/feeds/5926762483460632507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8892453129310726398&amp;postID=5926762483460632507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/5926762483460632507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/5926762483460632507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/2009/01/elementary-reunion.html' title='Elementary Reunion'/><author><name>¼Achilles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645585359312220809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YbNYS0uH9o/SM6fdbBecqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hE6djQ4OEV0/S220/lunapic-122150021584679.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892453129310726398.post-4517616832702716801</id><published>2009-01-06T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T08:55:08.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Shoe For Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in;LINE-HEIGHT: 200%;" align="justify"&gt;Believe me or not, a shoe has a hundred and one uses. Aside from your usual footwear, it could be a life saving snack when you have nothing else to eat.But one threw in one for the record, literally.Reading Conrado De Quiro's article entitled “Shoe Story”, its about this journalist that goes by the name of Muntadhar al-Zeidi, a 28-year old Iraqi journalist with an ire for President Bush, who was then saying goodbye to the Iraqi people. This said persona is obviously a Bush hater, not that rare in that part of the world though. It was also said that as he was about to throw his shoes he said the following lines in Arabic “Here’s your goodbye kiss, you dog!”. Now thats a nice way to greet a president.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in;LINE-HEIGHT: 200%;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in;LINE-HEIGHT: 200%;" align="justify"&gt;There are really a lot of ways to express anger toward a president. There's assasinations, terrorism and the oh so effective public scandal/humiliation. But the incident shocked the world, not that it was a very genuine idea. But because nobody had the guts to do so. Because compared to all the other methods I have mentioned, you dont necessarily get tackled by the security. And you stay hidden under a mask of anymomity and mystery. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in;LINE-HEIGHT: 200%;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in;LINE-HEIGHT: 200%;" align="justify"&gt;Considering what Muntadhar al-Zeidi did. He either gained sympathy or hate among people. Because upon throwing the shoe, he was no longer a journalist, rather, an individual ready to express his opinion. He was no longer a journalist hiding behind the “i-was-just-practicing-my-freedom-of-speech” crap. He was your normal everyday man ensuing a vendetta on what he calls his enemies. He had the guts to do it and I think he would gladly do it again if given the chance. What I'm trying to say is. He was, at that moment, indelibly human. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in;LINE-HEIGHT: 200%;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in;LINE-HEIGHT: 200%;" align="justify"&gt;Now that's a long way from the usual cheap shots journalists use themselves in attacking people in authority. I call it cheap shots because no matter how assertive and brave they sound, deep inside they cower in fear and hide under the blanket of “freedom of speech”. Take our local journalists, although some may be so bold and daring as to call our president “murderer”, no one ever had the balls to “throw in the shoes”. Not even Mr. De Quiros himself. Journalists in our country die like dayflies on mating season. They die for what they fight for. For freedom from oppression, for the impeachment of the president. But frankly, the words and articles are nothing but words and articles. There is no such thing as the “Jose Rizal Syndrome” these days. People don't get moved by opinions, because they already have some themselves. People nowadays need action. Something like what that Iraqi journalist did. And not only to the president but to all the others who need to have a shoe in their faces, just for kicks.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in;LINE-HEIGHT: 200%;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in;LINE-HEIGHT: 200%;" align="justify"&gt;If I am not mistaken, Mr De Quiros also mentioned a few people who at one point did an al-Zeidi. One was a certain Maria Theresa Pangilinan who wasted 10 mins of valuable valedictory speech time in heckling somebody who wouldnt even listen to a whining 20-something. Good thing was she was allowed to graduate. And yeah, there was a part where Mr. De Quiros confused me, the line “berated by people who presumed to be her superiors but were in fact her inferiors”. Was he trying to be smart? Or just plain annoyed with the current social and academic hierarchy. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in;LINE-HEIGHT: 200%;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in;LINE-HEIGHT: 200%;" align="justify"&gt;The other one would be plain childish. And that award would go to Mr. Mar Roxas. With his heartwarming speech that would send your tongue-lashing uncle a run for his money. Using age old cursing words to express fury and disgust he was instantly on headlines all over. That's fine by the way. But then again, there always hangs that thought that he was just playing his cards right. (2010 presidential elections anyone?) Cursing words? I've heard a lot of people use that in public, and I've seen better ones too.And honestly, both of them fall short of the expected “al-Zeidi” effect. They are but sick excuses for people who think they are the avatars of the majority. Words are just words, and once again, words do fail even the most wise. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in;LINE-HEIGHT: 200%;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in;LINE-HEIGHT: 200%;" align="justify"&gt;Just like everybody else, like Ms. Pangilinan and Mr. Roxas. A journalist such as Mr. De Quiros and Mr. Al-Zeidi has all the right in the world to be themselves, to do whatever they want necessary, just to get things of their chest. In Mr. Al-Zeidi's case, he threw the boot. In some of our journalists here, the best they can do is throw some malicious words and presto! They think they already threw the boot. They already think they did something great. Yes, being a journalist is double hard especially when the issue gets into your nerves. Its either watch what you're saying or the gulags for you. If Mr. De Quiros was right with something it was when he said that journalists, no matter what kind they are. Are just human. They are to be accounted for for their emotions. They are to express whatever they might feel. Even throw some shoes when needed. They are by the way, a very vital part of society. They are our eyes in society. “Eternal vigilance is the price of freedom” a very familiar line from a local publication. Well, that's true. And our journalists are the best implementors of this. They are but the eyes of the public. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in;LINE-HEIGHT: 200%;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in;LINE-HEIGHT: 200%;" align="justify"&gt;All in all, there really was nothing “too” bad about what Al-Zeidi did. And according to the De Quiros article, it is a monumental achievement for any journalist to let go and let shoes fly. What I really hope for is that Mr. De Quiros himself would someday find the guts to do the same thing. Not necessarily the throwing of shoes part. A dirty underwear would do I guess, its the aerodynamics thats bothering me. What else would a projectile be when it can't hit its target?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8892453129310726398-4517616832702716801?l=whataboutairo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/feeds/4517616832702716801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8892453129310726398&amp;postID=4517616832702716801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/4517616832702716801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/4517616832702716801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/2009/01/shoe-for-thought.html' title='A Shoe For Thought'/><author><name>¼Achilles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645585359312220809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YbNYS0uH9o/SM6fdbBecqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hE6djQ4OEV0/S220/lunapic-122150021584679.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892453129310726398.post-7211623968104097227</id><published>2008-11-07T02:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T02:55:23.425-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piece of Mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CL 122'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attempts'/><title type='text'>On Why I Write</title><content type='html'>I write because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a need...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To let go&lt;br /&gt;To release&lt;br /&gt;To realize&lt;br /&gt;To ease&lt;br /&gt;To complicate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8892453129310726398-7211623968104097227?l=whataboutairo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/feeds/7211623968104097227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8892453129310726398&amp;postID=7211623968104097227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/7211623968104097227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/7211623968104097227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/2008/11/on-why-i-write.html' title='On Why I Write'/><author><name>¼Achilles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645585359312220809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YbNYS0uH9o/SM6fdbBecqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hE6djQ4OEV0/S220/lunapic-122150021584679.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892453129310726398.post-6639238946301362778</id><published>2008-10-29T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T13:10:49.679-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piece of Mind'/><title type='text'>NaBloPoMo Theme of the Month - Vote</title><content type='html'>So what does it mean to vote? Yes, saying how much you love showing people how much you like them is one thing. The other part is proving that you dont like another. When you hear the word vote - if you are a Filipino born in the late 80's to the 90's - the first thing that enters your mind are those mud slinging-philandering official. Let's see, in my case, I see the old actor turned president, and all the other actors and actresses turned public "servants".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you talk about voting, more or less, you would also be talking about the good, the bad, and the ugly. Take Philippine politics, its as dirty as cow dung and smells just as bad, but we cant help but enjoy watching how they play with whatever we have left of our country. It's like watching those crappy movies. You always tell yourself and others how crappy it is but cant help but watch and wait till you find out what would happen to the bombshell leading lady who cant act like shit. Crappy? Yes... And yeah, it happens..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politics, as they say, is a very dirty game. They also say that there are not much few good men left. And if you base it on what the television tells you, there are NO good men left. So they throw mud at each other. What else are they supposed to do? Well, for starters, they could start acting their age and stop being so bitchy about those people who plunders more money than they do. Next, maybe they could act their part in the government. Senators are not ambassadors, image models, nor your trusty neighborhood smartasses. The government should exist because the people in it work their part. Now how the hell would that happen if every now and then they get those advertisement and promotions. Blame it on those publicity people in their department. Maybe they are just funding their future plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for our beloved voters (i'm not one of you guys). We admittedly can't resist a jolly candidate, nor one who hands you a crisp 1000 peso bill. But wait, is it really worth it? I've heard lots of horseshit when it election time comes. People buying people, people selling themselves. Its a big carnival show. All of the sudden, politicians turn into fairygod bullshits. They give, recieve and smile like its that easy. Well, thats basically that, its as dirty as it comes..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8892453129310726398-6639238946301362778?l=whataboutairo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/feeds/6639238946301362778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8892453129310726398&amp;postID=6639238946301362778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/6639238946301362778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/6639238946301362778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/2008/10/nablopomo-theme-of-month-vote.html' title='NaBloPoMo Theme of the Month - Vote'/><author><name>¼Achilles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645585359312220809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YbNYS0uH9o/SM6fdbBecqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hE6djQ4OEV0/S220/lunapic-122150021584679.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892453129310726398.post-2668722806043881019</id><published>2008-10-21T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T11:46:17.298-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piece of Mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attempts'/><title type='text'>To The Old Non-Flowering Tree in Front of the House</title><content type='html'>You old and non-flowering tree&lt;br /&gt;blocking my great afternoon view&lt;br /&gt;of all places why did you decide&lt;br /&gt;to grow right in front of the house?&lt;br /&gt;I find no pleasure in your gnarls&lt;br /&gt;nor do i find any promisein your unbearing dark boughs&lt;br /&gt;your twisted roots has been creeping&lt;br /&gt;all over my peaceful garden&lt;br /&gt;The lovely songbirds choose not to&lt;br /&gt;Perch upon your doomed branches&lt;br /&gt;If only you can move a bit&lt;br /&gt;somewhere around my big backyard&lt;br /&gt;will be a perfect place for you&lt;br /&gt;only then will you never beblocking my great afternoon view&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8892453129310726398-2668722806043881019?l=whataboutairo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/feeds/2668722806043881019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8892453129310726398&amp;postID=2668722806043881019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/2668722806043881019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/2668722806043881019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-old-non-flowering-tree-in-front-of.html' title='To The Old Non-Flowering Tree in Front of the House'/><author><name>¼Achilles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645585359312220809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YbNYS0uH9o/SM6fdbBecqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hE6djQ4OEV0/S220/lunapic-122150021584679.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892453129310726398.post-3903108096094568756</id><published>2008-10-13T12:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T12:57:24.733-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piece of Mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Another Bored Guy</title><content type='html'>I really dont know whats keeps me wanting to watch those scientific documentaries. I am currently watching a documentary about ocean life. Its not really that boring though. Im just passing time and waiting for my other movie to buffer. Here's the link. Maybe you might like it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#810081;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.youku.com/v1.0.0332/v/swf/qplayer.swf?VideoIDS=XMjQ1NTkxMTI&amp;amp;embedid=-&amp;amp;showAd=0"&gt;http://static.youku.com/v1.0.0332/v/swf/qplayer.swf?VideoIDS=XMjQ1NTkxMTI&amp;amp;embedid=-&amp;amp;showAd=0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.youku.com/v1.0.0332/v/swf/qplayer.swf?VideoIDS=XMjQ1NTkxMTI&amp;amp;embedid=-&amp;amp;showAd=0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8892453129310726398-3903108096094568756?l=whataboutairo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/feeds/3903108096094568756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8892453129310726398&amp;postID=3903108096094568756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/3903108096094568756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/3903108096094568756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-bored-guy.html' title='Another Bored Guy'/><author><name>¼Achilles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645585359312220809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YbNYS0uH9o/SM6fdbBecqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hE6djQ4OEV0/S220/lunapic-122150021584679.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892453129310726398.post-5646936157535626749</id><published>2008-10-10T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T10:26:13.294-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piece of Mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>A tribute to all Igors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YbNYS0uH9o/SO-JWzTvIZI/AAAAAAAAABE/gM1vUI9SxhA/s1600-h/6a00d834c99c6069e200e55398a2308834-500pi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255570314987774354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YbNYS0uH9o/SO-JWzTvIZI/AAAAAAAAABE/gM1vUI9SxhA/s320/6a00d834c99c6069e200e55398a2308834-500pi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is this you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not that I know somebody who looks like that guy. (smiles... winks.. giggles.. give me a minute here.. cant help myself) Now back to those guys. They are called Igors. I dont really know if its synonymous to being an idiot or something. Neither would I call my seatmate an Igor, the label is too uhm.. let me see.. general. I'd rather call them stupid. I think I can get away faster that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched that underrated animation film Igor ( I called it underrated cause nobody dared or even cared to tell me it was out on the net). Ok to settle that, Yes, I do watch movies on the Internet. Yes its piracy. Yes I'm cheating and not helping. But no, I wont do children's parties. Now back to Igor, I was watching the movie while Kristine was chatting with me. Now that wont really count as a real conversation. But she was asking me all about those "ano gani ang english ng blahblahchuva". And the good man that I am, with full composure answered the questions without jeopardizing my movie outing. It was me and my monitor again. Alone together. Grab your popcorns and start reading. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Located in this world is a thriving village grimly named "Malaria". Whose economy was based almost exclusively on agriculture until a mysterious change in climate caused the crops to wilt, impoverishing the people. A newly-risen leader styling himself "King Malbert" (Jay Leno) eventually proposes a new economy based on the creation of increasingly sophisticated, bizarre, monstrous, terrifying inventions; an idea that soon becomes the community's cultural core. Thereafter the inventors of frightening machines, who are known as "Evil Scientists", become the ruling class and are depicted overall as commanding, arrogant figures. Those born with a hunch on the back (an evidently common deformity) are forced to become laboratory assistants nicknamed "Igor", who are treated as an oppressed lower class and often thought stupid by the Evil Scientists who employ them. The protagonist of the film is an Igor (John Cusack) who is scientifically intelligent, despite being shunned by his own master, Doctor Glickenstein (John Cleese). According to the film's premise, this Igor has brought a cynical rabbit named Scamper (Steve Buscemi) back to life from death, and had made him immortal, much to Scamper's chagrin. Igor is also said to have transplanted a human brain into a life-support robot, which is thereafter nicknamed Brain (Sean Hayes).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I wont really finish the whole movie for you guys. But the movie is your typical goody-goody movie where there's always a light at the end of the tunnel. The movie was thought to be very close to the Igors on the Terry Pratchet Discworld series, although whether it was intentional, we may never know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8892453129310726398-5646936157535626749?l=whataboutairo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/feeds/5646936157535626749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8892453129310726398&amp;postID=5646936157535626749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/5646936157535626749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/5646936157535626749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/2008/10/tribute-to-all-igors.html' title='A tribute to all Igors'/><author><name>¼Achilles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645585359312220809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YbNYS0uH9o/SM6fdbBecqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hE6djQ4OEV0/S220/lunapic-122150021584679.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YbNYS0uH9o/SO-JWzTvIZI/AAAAAAAAABE/gM1vUI9SxhA/s72-c/6a00d834c99c6069e200e55398a2308834-500pi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892453129310726398.post-5118138991820826825</id><published>2008-10-10T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T07:22:25.629-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piece of Mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reposted Pieces of Art'/><title type='text'>Forgive me Dwardie... I ripped the picture..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Funny eh?&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YbNYS0uH9o/SO9k10InhYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/SJGzR0OoR1w/s1600-h/%5E%5E)%5E%5E)%5E%5E.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255530165855290754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YbNYS0uH9o/SO9k10InhYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/SJGzR0OoR1w/s400/%5E%5E)%5E%5E)%5E%5E.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8892453129310726398-5118138991820826825?l=whataboutairo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/feeds/5118138991820826825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8892453129310726398&amp;postID=5118138991820826825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/5118138991820826825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/5118138991820826825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/2008/10/forgive-me-dwardie-i-ripped-picture.html' title='Forgive me Dwardie... I ripped the picture..'/><author><name>¼Achilles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645585359312220809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YbNYS0uH9o/SM6fdbBecqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hE6djQ4OEV0/S220/lunapic-122150021584679.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YbNYS0uH9o/SO9k10InhYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/SJGzR0OoR1w/s72-c/%5E%5E)%5E%5E)%5E%5E.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892453129310726398.post-1156948535114009975</id><published>2008-10-09T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:34:59.446-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piece of Mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Links'/><title type='text'>On Tanduay Bottles and The Bote-Bakal Man</title><content type='html'>I dont know about you but one part of my childhood that I cant really forget are those "bote-bakal guys". If that doesnt ring any bells, they are those guys who go walk around places everyday under the heat of the sun shouting "bote bakaaaal!" while on the background rings their bells or their unruly contraptions called uhm.. &lt;em&gt;torotots &lt;/em&gt;(poot! poot!)... Now, if the bell signifies the ice cream man on some parts of the world, the torotot would probably be the &lt;em&gt;puto &lt;/em&gt;man or the BB guys.&lt;br /&gt;Now if it really counts for anything. What is the single thing you are reminded of everytime you remember the BB guys. For me, that would be the Tanduay bottles. Yes, the &lt;em&gt;Lapads, &lt;/em&gt;Junior and the Long necks. Saved from those long drinking nights of your Dad and his pals.&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Tanduay has over a hundred and fifty years of history. It all began in 1854 when Don &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Joaquin Elizalde" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joaquin_Elizalde"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Joaquin Elizalde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, together with his uncle, Juan Bautista Yrissary, and the Manila-based Spanish businessman and financier Joaquin Ynchausti established a trading partnership, which acquired the Manila Steamship Company. This alliance was named the Ynchausti Y Cia. Back to the story, now I have watched countless recycling ads and shows and the Tanduay bottles still stay on the back of my head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am not into the recycling hype, its too bothersome for me. And of course, everybody else does find it bothersome. The BB guys never really tell you these things of course. Here's a link &lt;a href="http://www.environment-green.com/"&gt;http://www.environment-green.com/&lt;/a&gt;. I bet those BB guys never really knew all about these things. But, admit it or not. They are the smallest unit of environment savers here in the world. Poot! Poot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8892453129310726398-1156948535114009975?l=whataboutairo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/feeds/1156948535114009975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8892453129310726398&amp;postID=1156948535114009975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/1156948535114009975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/1156948535114009975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/2008/10/on-tanduay-bottles-and-bote-bakal-man.html' title='On Tanduay Bottles and The Bote-Bakal Man'/><author><name>¼Achilles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645585359312220809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YbNYS0uH9o/SM6fdbBecqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hE6djQ4OEV0/S220/lunapic-122150021584679.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892453129310726398.post-8127875386686881669</id><published>2008-09-25T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:23:16.842-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reposted News'/><title type='text'>A comeback $_$</title><content type='html'>now that I have realized that it has been weeks since my last post... im coming back with a funny post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can You Reset the Internet For Me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFP - Thursday, September 25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WASHINGTON (AFP) - - Computer help desks are used to fielding oddball requests but sometimes the questions leave even the best of them stumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such as: "Why isn't my wireless mouse connected to the computer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or: "Can you reset the Internet for me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the questioner who asked: "Where can I get software to track UFOs?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was presumably not the same person who called in to report that "a skunk ate my cable."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Half Technology, a provider of information technology professionals based in Menlo Park, California, asked 1,400 chief information officers from companies across the United States to come up with the most baffling questions their help desks or technical support teams had ever received.Among the more unusual were:&lt;br /&gt;-- "My computer is telling me to press any key to continue. Where is the 'any' key?"&lt;br /&gt;-- "Can you rearrange the keyboard alphabetically?"&lt;br /&gt;-- "My daughter is locked in the bathroom, can you pick the lock?"&lt;br /&gt;-- "Can you tell me the weather forecast for next year?"&lt;br /&gt;-- "Can you install cable TV on my PC?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the computer user who confused the CD-ROM drive with a drink holder and asked: "How do I get my computer's coffee-cup holder to come out again?"&lt;br /&gt;Katherine Spencer Lee, executive director of Robert Half Technology, said such queries were a test of the skills of the help and technical support desks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"These unusual requests highlight the need for technical support personnel to also demonstrate patience, empathy and a sense of humor," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Yahoo! news&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8892453129310726398-8127875386686881669?l=whataboutairo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/feeds/8127875386686881669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8892453129310726398&amp;postID=8127875386686881669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/8127875386686881669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/8127875386686881669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/2008/09/comeback.html' title='A comeback $_$'/><author><name>¼Achilles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645585359312220809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YbNYS0uH9o/SM6fdbBecqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hE6djQ4OEV0/S220/lunapic-122150021584679.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892453129310726398.post-4470614113875810190</id><published>2008-09-17T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:23:29.618-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Things'/><title type='text'>Now this is new...</title><content type='html'>Over a flash animation on Newgrounds.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: You know the only real benefit of being a woman is that you only need to do some sexual act to earn money... its so freakin easy... other than that its just male oppresion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat: Isn't prostitution the oldest profession?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: That and farming... and mind it... they both use hoes... Get it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8892453129310726398-4470614113875810190?l=whataboutairo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/feeds/4470614113875810190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8892453129310726398&amp;postID=4470614113875810190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/4470614113875810190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/4470614113875810190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/2008/09/now-this-is-new.html' title='Now this is new...'/><author><name>¼Achilles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645585359312220809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YbNYS0uH9o/SM6fdbBecqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hE6djQ4OEV0/S220/lunapic-122150021584679.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892453129310726398.post-5910009915777429978</id><published>2008-09-17T07:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:23:53.357-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>See me morph into a girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table height="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/videos/N/28/y7wp12_018749eb111d84jc5q7412" width="340" height="340" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/"&gt;MyHeritage&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/"&gt;Family tree&lt;/a&gt; - 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&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/page/vintage-pics"&gt;Vintage pics&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/page/roots"&gt;Roots&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.10NXC/bHQ9MTIyMTY2MDQ2NDgxMiZwdD*xMjIxNjYwNDk2NTE1JnA9MTEwNTcxJmQ9bW9ycGgmbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MiZ*PSZvPWIzMzFlNTBhODVmMDQ1NGNiYTdkNDA2OTlmY2E4OTA*.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8892453129310726398-1649396110895359627?l=whataboutairo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/feeds/1649396110895359627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8892453129310726398&amp;postID=1649396110895359627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/1649396110895359627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/1649396110895359627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/2008/09/celebrity-morph-by-myheritage.html' title='Celebrity Morph by MyHeritage'/><author><name>¼Achilles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645585359312220809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YbNYS0uH9o/SM6fdbBecqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hE6djQ4OEV0/S220/lunapic-122150021584679.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892453129310726398.post-7002189517963549143</id><published>2008-09-16T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:25:11.086-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Things'/><title type='text'>Men Beware!</title><content type='html'>When cases of husband-nearly-kills-wife-by-beating are that common nowadays, sometimes, its a breather to see the opposite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try this link - &lt;a href="http://www.auntyjane.com/domgal0805.htm"&gt;http://www.auntyjane.com/domgal0805.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the sight of it would make Manong Dodong think twice of beating Manay Fely tonight...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8892453129310726398-7002189517963549143?l=whataboutairo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/feeds/7002189517963549143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8892453129310726398&amp;postID=7002189517963549143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/7002189517963549143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/7002189517963549143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/2008/09/men-beware.html' title='Men Beware!'/><author><name>¼Achilles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645585359312220809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YbNYS0uH9o/SM6fdbBecqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hE6djQ4OEV0/S220/lunapic-122150021584679.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892453129310726398.post-1686230368300792524</id><published>2008-09-15T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:34:57.695-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piece of Mind'/><title type='text'>Random Question # 3</title><content type='html'>Im going to the moon, what did I forget to pack?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My stuffed toys T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8892453129310726398-1686230368300792524?l=whataboutairo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/feeds/1686230368300792524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8892453129310726398&amp;postID=1686230368300792524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/1686230368300792524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/1686230368300792524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/2008/09/random-question-3.html' title='Random Question # 3'/><author><name>¼Achilles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645585359312220809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YbNYS0uH9o/SM6fdbBecqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hE6djQ4OEV0/S220/lunapic-122150021584679.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892453129310726398.post-4460518671944143750</id><published>2008-09-13T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:25:43.686-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piece of Mind'/><title type='text'>Are You Suicidal?</title><content type='html'>Now guys, I already know just how much you hate listening to those songs about love, which involves pain and bitterness, which ultimately ends up with, yes folks, SUICIDE. Now, not that I am actually one of those suicidal freaks out there. My older cousin (who is currently in a "suicidish" situation) showed me, or lets say, made me listen to this certain song. Entitled Gloomy Sunday, its a song notorious for its puzzling effect on its listeners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gloomy Sunday" (from Hungarian "Szomorú vasárnap") is a song written in 1933 by Hungarian pianist and composer &lt;a title="Rezső Seress" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rezs%C5%91_Seress"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Rezső Seress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, in which the singer mourns the untimely death of a lover and contemplates suicide.&lt;br /&gt;Though recorded and performed by many singers, "Gloomy Sunday" is closely associated with Billie Holiday, who scored a hit version of the song in 1941. Due to unsubstantiated urban lgends about its inspiring hundreds of suicides, "Gloomy Sunday" was dubbed the "Hungarian suicide song" in the U.S. Seress did commit suicide in 1968, but most other rumors of the song being banned from radio, or sparking suicides, are unsubstantiated, and were partly propagated as a deliberate marketing campaign (Wikipedia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main buzz about this song is the fact that it supposedly spurred a series of suicide waves. Wherein even the composer Seres was one of them. Authorities disclosed today that Mr. Seres jumped from a window of his small apartment here last Sunday, shortly after his 69th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you can listen to a version of this song. I am listening to it right now using Youtube *must love Youtube*. And honestly, aside from the oh-so-cliche title. There really is nothing to it. If we do remember it right, we heard this song (or a rip-off of it) in on of those old cartoon shows. So much for suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you be the judge. Try listening to it. And in a matter of days, we will know if the song really causes suicidal tendencies to heighten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8892453129310726398-4460518671944143750?l=whataboutairo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/feeds/4460518671944143750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8892453129310726398&amp;postID=4460518671944143750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/4460518671944143750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/4460518671944143750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/2008/09/are-you-suicidal.html' title='Are You Suicidal?'/><author><name>¼Achilles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645585359312220809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YbNYS0uH9o/SM6fdbBecqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hE6djQ4OEV0/S220/lunapic-122150021584679.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892453129310726398.post-3142522424030189848</id><published>2008-09-11T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:25:50.391-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piece of Mind'/><title type='text'>All About Chocolate</title><content type='html'>Now, there was a point where people keep asking me why in hell was I sad. And bluntly saying so, I definitely had no idea. Then, somebody said. Try chocolates, makes you happier.&lt;br /&gt;Now, chocolates. Hmm... century old sweet concoction that doesnt ever fail to amuse mortals. Dubbed as the food of the Gods. Now what really is in chocolate. Here's a list. Lets start counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Chocolate is one of the most popular foods around and is highly unlikely to ever go out of fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The word 'Chocolate' comes from the Aztec word, 'cacahuatl' or ‘xocolatl’. This means 'bitter water'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Chocolate is derived from Cocoa Beans. It was Cacao originally, but became Cocoa as a result of misspelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Cocoa Trees require warm, moist climates and are largely found in West Africa - Ghana, the Ivory Coast and Nigeria. The scientific term for the Cocoa Tree is 'Theobroma Cacao'. This is the Greek term for 'Food for the Gods'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Cocoa Trees produce pods and each pod contains about 20 to 50 Cocoa Beans. There are different varieties of Cocoa Beans with different flavors, and, just like different grapes are used to make different wines, different Cocoa Beans are used to make different kinds of Chocolates. Cocoa Beans are fermented, dried, roasted, and ground before being used to produce chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The Mayans and Aztecs believed that the Cocoa Beans originated from Paradise and would bring wisdom and power to anyone consuming them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The Aztecs mixed Chocolate with Chilies, Cornmeal, and Hallucinogenic Mushroom. It was a bitter brew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The precious Cocoa Beans were used as a currency and as a unit of calculation in the Mayan and Aztec Cultures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Emperor Montezuma of Mexico partook a Chocolate drink before entering his harem. This gave rise to the notion of Chocolate having aphrodisiac properties. The Italian adventurer Giacomo Casanova was another fellow who subscribed to this notion. There is some truth to the idea though, since Chocolate contains hundreds of chemicals including the feel-good stimulants - Caffeine, Theobromine, and Phenyethylamine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. However the amount of Caffeine in Chocolate is very little - about 5 to 10 milligrams of caffeine in one ounce of bittersweet chocolate, 5 milligrams in milk chocolate, and 10 milligrams in a six-ounce cup of cocoa. Compare this to 100-150 milligrams found in a cup of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Theobromine helps boost low blood-sugar levels and another chemical, Chromium, helps to control blood sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Theobromine, however, is highly toxic to dogs, cats, and other household pets. It overstimulates their cardiac and nervous systems, and can cause instant death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. For humans though, Chocolate is a wonderful energy source. Napoleon supposedly carried along Chocolate on his military campaigns, and always ate it to restore energy. Nowadays Sports-persons are often given Chocolate energy bars after sporting activities to restore carbohydrates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Even though Chocolate is high in fat, it does not appear to raise blood cholesterol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Despite the popular, lingering myth, Chocolate does not cause acne. Acne is usually due to an improper diet or a hormone imbalance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Also, contrary to another popular myth, Chocolates are not responsible for causing headaches. Headaches, again, have different reasons - stress, hunger, irregular sleep patterns, and hormone changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Allergies to chocolate are very uncommon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Cocoa butter, which is the fat extract from roasted and crushed Cocoa Beans, is often used as a massage cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. It is also used to make White, Caffeine-less Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Cocoa Beans were first brought to Europe by the Spanish Conquistadors in 1528.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Chocolate soon became very popular and was taken as a sweet drink with sugar and vanilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Henri Nestle of Switzerland was the first to create Milk Chocolate by adding condensed milk to the mixture when making chocolate bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Rudolphe Lindt of Switzerland in 1879 was the first to develop a method to give Chocolate a smooth consistency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Chocolate has over 500 flavor components. This is double the amount found in strawberry and vanilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Chocolate is a great economy booster. Annual world consumption of cocoa beans averages approximately 600,000 tons per year. Consumers worldwide spend more than $20 billion a year on Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Chocolate syrup was used for blood in the famous shower scene in Alfred Hitchcock's movie, "Psycho". This scene, which is of 45 seconds, actually took 7 days to shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Chocolate appears in literature - 'Charlie and the Chocolate Factory' by Roald Dahl, ‘Like Water for Chocolate' by Laura Esquivel, and 'Chocolat' by Joanne Harris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that was way too much info. But sadly, nothing about chocolates and making me happy. Still skeptic. hmm... How bout this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate can affect the brain by causing the release of certain neurotransmitters. Neurotransmitters are the molecules that transmit signals between neurons. The amounts of particular neurotransmitters we have at any given time can have a great impact on our mood. Happy neurotransmitters such as endorphins and other opiates can help to reduce stress and lead to feelings of euphoria. As connections between neurons, they are released from the pre-synaptic membrane and travel across the synaptic clef to react with receptors in the post-synaptic membrane. Receptors are specified to react with particular molecules which can trigger different responses in the connected neurons. The proper neurotransmitter can trigger certain emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that was just the easy part. Well, chocolates may make you happy. As for me... SUGAR RUSH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source : &lt;a href="http://serendip.brynmawr.edu/bb/neuro/neuro04/web1/kcoveleskie.html"&gt;http://serendip.brynmawr.edu/bb/neuro/neuro04/web1/kcoveleskie.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.buzzle.com/"&gt;http://www.buzzle.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8892453129310726398-3142522424030189848?l=whataboutairo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/feeds/3142522424030189848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8892453129310726398&amp;postID=3142522424030189848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/3142522424030189848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/3142522424030189848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/2008/09/all-about-chocolate.html' title='All About Chocolate'/><author><name>¼Achilles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645585359312220809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YbNYS0uH9o/SM6fdbBecqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hE6djQ4OEV0/S220/lunapic-122150021584679.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892453129310726398.post-7373284124156585514</id><published>2008-09-11T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:26:16.788-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Links'/><title type='text'>Psssst! BOred?</title><content type='html'>If you are bored. Got nothing else to do. Loves listening to whining lovebirds. And basically in the mood to stick your nose on to someone else's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try these sites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shouldibreakupwithher.com/"&gt;http://www.shouldibreakupwithher.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shouldibreakupwithhim.com/"&gt;http://www.shouldibreakupwithhim.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the inner Love DJ shine in you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the chance of reading the most hilarious, or the most heartbreaking story you've ever heard of is just a perk you might just enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8892453129310726398-7373284124156585514?l=whataboutairo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/feeds/7373284124156585514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8892453129310726398&amp;postID=7373284124156585514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/7373284124156585514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/7373284124156585514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/2008/09/psssst-bored.html' title='Psssst! BOred?'/><author><name>¼Achilles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645585359312220809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YbNYS0uH9o/SM6fdbBecqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hE6djQ4OEV0/S220/lunapic-122150021584679.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892453129310726398.post-2492296054049863622</id><published>2008-09-11T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:26:23.729-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reposted News'/><title type='text'>5 Years After 9/11...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://nymag.com/news/features/911opener060814_560b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://nymag.com/news/features/911opener060814_560b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What If 9/11 Never Happened?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A counterhistory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By John Heilemann&lt;br /&gt;Published Aug 14, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are days in New York—surprisingly many of them, all things considered—when it’s almost possible to forget that we are living in an age of terror. And then there are days, like last Thursday with its headlines out of London, when that grim reality rises up and slaps us hard upside the head. When we’re reminded that there really are ideological-cum-religious fanatics intent on slaughtering us in large numbers. When we realize that these zealots aren’t merely crazy but determined and ingenious. When we’re forced to admit that we are, deep down, more scared than we ever let on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is almost five years since that fear was imposed on us and the age of terror began in earnest. From the moment the Twin Towers fell, 9/11 was seen as a watershed, a historical turning point of grand and irreversible proportions. With the acrid smoke still swirling above ground zero, the mantras repeated constantly were that 9/11 had “changed everything”—that “nothing would ever be the same.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now we see those mantras for what they were: natural, perhaps inevitable, exaggerations in the face of gargantuan trauma. So much about how we live our lives today remains the same as it ever was. And yet, at the same time, we all know (or think we know) that vast changes have in fact been spawned by 9/11—political, cultural, and sociological; intellectual, emotional, and psychological—in New York, throughout America, and around the world. The question is precisely what they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a way of marking the fifth anniversary of 9/11, we’ve attempted to provide an answer—or, rather, many answers. But we’ve done so in a roundabout manner: by asking an assortment of big thinkers and public figures to address the question, What if 9/11 never happened? Now, let’s be clear, we’re well aware that the dangers of counterfactual speculation (If Bobby Kennedy had never been shot, then Nixon would never have been elected! So no Watergate! No Carter! No Reagan! Etc., etc., etc.) are almost as grave as those of unbridled futurism. But we also see the virtues of an approach that appeals both to left-brain analytics and right-brain imagination—and that, in the process, tends to uproot subterranean assumptions and challenge conventional wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most glaring item in the latter category (at least on the left) is the canard that, if not for 9/11, the United States would not be a country at war. But as a number of the voices in the pages that follow argue convincingly, a clash between the West and the forces of jihadism—and, in particular, between America and Al Qaeda—was inevitable. Osama bin Laden’s campaign against the U.S. had been under way for nearly a decade; the only question was when, not whether, it would land upon these shores. As Andrew Sullivan suggests in his alternative-present blog, America should perhaps consider itself lucky that 9/11 took place when it did (thus giving the country an early warning of the battle ahead) and that it wasn’t worse. In a parallel history that avoids easy morals, he draws a path that leads us to an even more dire version of where we are today: in the midst of a long twilight struggle against a lethal enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Without 9/11, would the London plot have been foiled? Without 9/11, would there have been an Iraq war? Without the Iraq war, would there have been a London plot? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet if a war against Islamofascism was unavoidable, the same can’t be said of the other war in which we’re currently, tragically, ensnared. Although many of the neocons in George W. Bush’s administration had long nurtured fantasies of invading Iraq, 9/11 was the sine qua non for the transformation of those dreams into policy. Without the specter of the gruesome atrocity at the World Trade Center, Bush would likely have been unable to induce either Tony Blair or Colin Powell to support him and his doctrine of preemption—and without the complicity of those two, his designs on Baghdad would almost certainly have been stalled in their tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with Lyndon Johnson and Vietnam, history is sure to designate Iraq as the defining feature of Bush’s presidency. But unlike with LBJ—who, if it weren’t for the conflict in Southeast Asia, would be remembered for civil rights and the Great Society—it’s difficult to conceive of what Bush’s legacy would be in the absence of 9/11 and its fallout. Rampant profligacy? Record deficits? Slavish fealty to the rich? Quite possibly, all three. Or perhaps, as historian &lt;a href="http://nymag.com/news/features/19147/index16.html"&gt;Douglas Brinkley&lt;/a&gt; offers , Bush would have defined his administration by taking up the challenge presented by another disaster, Hurricane Katrina: “Rather than standing on the rubble at ground zero with his bullhorn,” Brinkley says, “Bush would best be known for standing on some waterlogged roof in the Ninth Ward.” Or perhaps he would have gone down to defeat in 2004, a 9/11-free election centering on domestic affairs, in which the Democratic candidate, therefore, wouldn’t have been John Kerry but John Edwards or Dick Gephardt—or Al Gore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erase 9/11 and the local political scene would be similarly transfigured. Rudy Giuliani’s bank account would be much diminished—and his presidential prospects would be nonexistent. Mark Green might be our mayor. (Would we all be smoking in bars again? Would Wall Street have been taxed into oblivion?) Ray Kelly would be on nobody’s short list of future occupants of Gracie Mansion. Joe Lieberman—a miserable, deluded putz who also happens to be a casualty of the newly virulent partisanship ushered in by 9/11—would probably be the Democratic nominee for Senate in Connecticut, as opposed to a poster boy for sour grapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politics isn’t everything, of course. It’s often said that 9/11 brought to a close the great boom that unfurled in the second half of the nineties. Our memories tell us that, prior to that day, we lived in a kind of economic nirvana, incited by the efflorescence of Silicon Valley and propelled by the soaring stock market. But in truth, the boom (or, if you like, the bubble) was already over by the time the planes hit the towers. The Dow peaked in January 2000, and the NASDAQ began its epic crash two months later; by summer 2001, unemployment was rising and the overall economy had stalled. A recession was in the offing, 9/11 or no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What wasn’t necessarily in the cards, however, was an end to the broader aura that the bubble economy fueled—the sense that, as the author Bruce Sterling put it at the time, we were living through a “new Belle Epoque.” Underlying that perception was a certain all-purpose optimism about technology, progress, and the future. Sans 9/11, maybe such sentiments would have proved durable. Maybe Google and the Web 2.0 generation would have been seen as the second phase of the high-tech long boom. But after 9/11, no one talks of long booms anymore. Belles Epoques may be capable of surviving recessions, but wars have a way of claiming national optimism among their many casualties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What of New York City? Instinctively, we want to say that, had 9/11 never occurred, our home would be dramatically different. But how true is that, really? Certainly the downtown skyline would look as it had since 1972. Certainly we wouldn’t have to cope with occasional bag searches on the subway—or the indignity of de-shoeing at LaGuardia (and now, de-liquefying). And certainly some 3,000 of our neighbors would still blessedly be alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, as a number of our contributors contend, the seminal trends that have shaped the city these past five years would have played out in any case. “The drop in crime, the rising income inequality, the continual changeover from a city of renters to a city of co-op owners—these have little to do with 9/11,” notes NYU sociologist &lt;a href="http://nymag.com/news/features/19147/index15.html"&gt;Dalton Conley &lt;/a&gt;. Still others observe that many of the horrors predicted at the time never came to pass. The real-estate market didn’t collapse; instead, it soared. Applications to NYU didn’t plummet; instead, they went through the roof. The city didn’t become an American Belfast in the eyes of potential tourists; it became, improbably, more glamorous and seductive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of which is to say that New York would, no doubt, be a different place if 9/11 hadn’t happened. But would it be better? I’m not so sure. True, we’d all be a little less fearful—but then fear has its uses. As Bob Kerrey once said to me, “A certain amount of anxiety is good for you—it keeps you on your toes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source : NyMag.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8892453129310726398-2492296054049863622?l=whataboutairo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/feeds/2492296054049863622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8892453129310726398&amp;postID=2492296054049863622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/2492296054049863622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/2492296054049863622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/2008/09/5-years-after-911.html' title='5 Years After 9/11...'/><author><name>¼Achilles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645585359312220809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YbNYS0uH9o/SM6fdbBecqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hE6djQ4OEV0/S220/lunapic-122150021584679.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892453129310726398.post-9094697368955223766</id><published>2008-09-10T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:27:22.282-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reposted News'/><title type='text'>Largest particle collider conducts successful test</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;By ALEXANDER G. HIGGINS, Associated Press Writer &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GENEVA - Scientists have successfully fired protons in both directions around a 17-mile (27-kilometer) underground ring in what some call the next great step to understanding the universe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The counterclockwise circuit inside the world's largest particle collider follows a test that sent a beam in the opposite direction Wednesday.&lt;/p&gt;Scientists hope their experiments inside the 4 billion Swiss franc (US$3.8 billion) Large Hadron Collider will provide the power needed to smash the components of atoms together in attempts to learn about their structure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The startup was eagerly awaited by physicists around the world who will conduct experiments at the collider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source : Yahoo! 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I have deleted all of my contacts in my phone. Forgive my wrong choice between merge and overwrite. Well, that means I can start over again. I managed to soup up some others that I have remembered though. Well, that's that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8892453129310726398-1236792753895621516?l=whataboutairo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/feeds/1236792753895621516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8892453129310726398&amp;postID=1236792753895621516' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/1236792753895621516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/1236792753895621516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/2008/09/saying-sayonara-to-my-old-contacts.html' title='Saying Sayonara to my Old Contacts'/><author><name>¼Achilles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645585359312220809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YbNYS0uH9o/SM6fdbBecqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hE6djQ4OEV0/S220/lunapic-122150021584679.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892453129310726398.post-1767165774410552264</id><published>2008-09-08T01:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:27:49.115-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piece of Mind'/><title type='text'>So How Do Foreigners See Davao City?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Everything posted here are from some f*cked up internet site... Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the names posted here are the forum users...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In a month in Davao, I never once felt nervous about getting robbed or mugged. Only time I have been nervous at all is Malate and once In Cebu on Colon street, late at night.Davao is such a huge city and all of the taxi drivers were telling me how safe the place is, expecially for foreighners because the mayor makes sure no one F--ks with us. There was no need to leave the city, have the girls come to you, and is only a few dollars for them to take the bus to meet you in Davao, and then you also have the home field advantage with them, no family keeping an eye on your.My friend the other day said she did see a dead body near the Ponce hotel area. apparently it was a hit from the the mayors so called death squad, who takes out the bad guys. If I was a drug dealer or other criminal, I think I would be sure to make my sales outside the city limits.&lt;/p&gt;- Some lucky guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Davao is the scariest place I've ever been.Have you seen the creatures that are in People's Park. Big creatures with big eyes.Walk down a street anywhere in Davao and you are likely to hear people shout at you. They often say, "Hey Joe", which is probably some code word ...who knows. They are well trained as they smile at you when they shout out these code words. My adivce is to exit the area immediately.People are often staring at you. Who knows what they have planned. Walk past a group of people, any people...and then, quickly look back. 80% of the time they are looking at you. Who knows what devious plots are going thru their heads. But what is terribly distressing is that even women are part of this treachery. Especially women. They pretend they aren't looking, but if you are quick, you will notice they are eying you up and down like some piece of meat they are thinking of skinning.In fact, you should especially be aware of the devious agent females who prowl various entertainment areas and sometimes the streets of Davao. They target foreign males. They may be so bold as to strike up a conversation, give you a phone number, or even offer to visit your hotel room. It's not clear what kind of drug or potion they use, but men sometimes never come out of their rooms after such visits.You have been warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mr.Paranoid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8892453129310726398-1767165774410552264?l=whataboutairo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/feeds/1767165774410552264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8892453129310726398&amp;postID=1767165774410552264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/1767165774410552264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/1767165774410552264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-how-do-foreigners-see-davao-city.html' title='So How Do Foreigners See Davao City?'/><author><name>¼Achilles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645585359312220809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YbNYS0uH9o/SM6fdbBecqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hE6djQ4OEV0/S220/lunapic-122150021584679.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892453129310726398.post-6366660477401886235</id><published>2008-09-07T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:28:10.426-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reposted Pieces of Art'/><title type='text'>Serenity - repost</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lawn is green&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after the white winter scream&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;of what seems to be endless days&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;such cold and angry blasts&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;of snow, dust and hate&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are four trees&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;magnificient, towering and proud&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yet lifeless, leafless, and old&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;of what seemed to be promises left&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;strongly withheld like the trees&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;is left withered and undone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a white picket fence about three feet tall&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;that separates the snow from the lawn&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the before from the now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and a flagstone walk leading to the white door&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;opening away from the snow of yesterday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;towards the spring of tomorrow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8892453129310726398-6366660477401886235?l=whataboutairo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/feeds/6366660477401886235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8892453129310726398&amp;postID=6366660477401886235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/6366660477401886235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/6366660477401886235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/2008/09/serenity-repost.html' title='Serenity - repost'/><author><name>¼Achilles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645585359312220809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YbNYS0uH9o/SM6fdbBecqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hE6djQ4OEV0/S220/lunapic-122150021584679.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892453129310726398.post-8481829658723555229</id><published>2008-09-07T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:28:26.046-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reposted Pieces of Art'/><title type='text'>When Sweetie Started to Speak - repost</title><content type='html'>He named me Sweetie&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why&lt;br /&gt;But i like the name&lt;br /&gt;He likes to cuddle me close&lt;br /&gt;And hug me every time&lt;br /&gt;He makes it sure that my snow white fur&lt;br /&gt;Never gets dirty or dusty&lt;br /&gt;We share the same bed every night&lt;br /&gt;And every moment we share&lt;br /&gt;Is worth the pages of time&lt;br /&gt;But one night he came in sad&lt;br /&gt;He didnt carry me when I held up my hand&lt;br /&gt;I saw specks of water flow from his eyes&lt;br /&gt;He wasnt happy I know&lt;br /&gt;He took me and in an utter said&lt;br /&gt;Dont leave me.. Pls dont..&lt;br /&gt;It came like a total shock&lt;br /&gt;It was the face i never knew&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to wipe his tears away&lt;br /&gt;And comfort him like a baby&lt;br /&gt;But there’s nothing much you can do&lt;br /&gt;When your just made out of stuffings and cloth&lt;br /&gt;But what stunned me the most&lt;br /&gt;Were the words he spoke&lt;br /&gt;Because i never left him&lt;br /&gt;And i never will&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8892453129310726398-8481829658723555229?l=whataboutairo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/feeds/8481829658723555229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8892453129310726398&amp;postID=8481829658723555229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/8481829658723555229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/8481829658723555229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-sweetie-started-to-speak-repost.html' title='When Sweetie Started to Speak - repost'/><author><name>¼Achilles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645585359312220809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YbNYS0uH9o/SM6fdbBecqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hE6djQ4OEV0/S220/lunapic-122150021584679.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892453129310726398.post-6560738743076924070</id><published>2008-09-07T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:28:30.616-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reposted Pieces of Art'/><title type='text'>The Amoeba - repost</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;youre a disease i can never stop,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;makes me cry every night&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;feels like butterflies in my stomach&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and shakes my heart apart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;though it hurts i still want it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;like candy.. on an aching tooth..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;youre my ameoba.. the one i nurse&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;get over on it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;try to shake away the feeling..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and throw you out of my system,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;only to get you on my lips… to suffer a kiss&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and alas i die..i wish you’d be by my side&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;to be the one ill be sick with tonight..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;BY: hector, TAZI, and ¼Achilles&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8892453129310726398-6560738743076924070?l=whataboutairo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/feeds/6560738743076924070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8892453129310726398&amp;postID=6560738743076924070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/6560738743076924070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/6560738743076924070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/2008/09/youre-disease-i-can-never-stop-makes-me.html' title='The Amoeba - repost'/><author><name>¼Achilles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645585359312220809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YbNYS0uH9o/SM6fdbBecqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hE6djQ4OEV0/S220/lunapic-122150021584679.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892453129310726398.post-366776571403821480</id><published>2008-09-07T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:29:28.419-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attempts'/><title type='text'>The Yellow Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.hiwaay.net/~krcool/Astro/moon/moonorange/orangemoon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://home.hiwaay.net/~krcool/Astro/moon/moonorange/orangemoon2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;They say the yellow moon&lt;br /&gt;Sets you in an awry mood&lt;br /&gt;I say it dances&lt;br /&gt;to the beat of the Gods drums and trumpets&lt;br /&gt;Waltzing… to the tune of one’s beating heart&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly…&lt;br /&gt;It all stops…&lt;br /&gt;as the beating skips its tune…&lt;br /&gt;the yellow moon returns&lt;br /&gt;to its heavenly throne…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8892453129310726398-366776571403821480?l=whataboutairo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/feeds/366776571403821480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8892453129310726398&amp;postID=366776571403821480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/366776571403821480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/366776571403821480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/2008/09/they-say-yellow-moon-sets-you-in-awry.html' title='The Yellow Moon'/><author><name>¼Achilles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645585359312220809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YbNYS0uH9o/SM6fdbBecqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hE6djQ4OEV0/S220/lunapic-122150021584679.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892453129310726398.post-3946044260531414730</id><published>2008-09-07T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:29:02.988-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attempts'/><title type='text'>--------</title><content type='html'>Si Juan nimata ug sayo. Ni panaog sa payag nga gubaon aron manilhig ug sayo. "Juan! asa man ka? Juan? mata na ka?" dungog ang syagit sa iyahang mama sa pikas balay. "Naa ko dri ma! nanilhig sa may tangkal sa baboy". "Pagdali, pagpalit ug pandesal sa kanto! kay basig ma mata ni imung papa nga walay pagkaon mag wild napud ni".&lt;br /&gt;Buntag sayo napud ni uli si papa. Hubog, suko, ug way kwarta. Kauban napud niya iyahang mga kaubang stambay sa tindahan. Si Amay nga pamilyadong walay pulos, si Dodong nga drayber ug traysikel. Si nong Boy nga sabungero. Unsa napud kaha ilang gi sturyahan? Kung dili ang gobyerno, gi sturyahan napud siguro nila ang pagkamatay ni Toto. Si Toto tong adik sa amua. Gipatay, DDS daw. Vigilante. Mga gago, dli daw kabalo mu respeto sa balaud. Walay respeto sa mga sibilyan. Apan sa ilang sturya nga gilamoy sa kahubog ug naglutaw sa Tanduay on the rocks. Tanang bagay walay lusot. Tanan gago, tanan mali.&lt;br /&gt;Nisaka si Juan sa ilahang payag nga gamay. Nag hinay-hinay aron dli matamakan ang iyahang mga igsoon nga nangatulog sa salog. "Mang, ambi ang kwarta be, aron mka palit dayon ko kay para pag mata ani nilang Jessa maka kaon dayon sila.&lt;br /&gt;Sila Jessa, ang mga igsoon ni Juan. Mga babae , nag edad ug dise-sais ug kinse. Si Jessa, ang kinamaguwangan, naghunong ug skwela, nagtrabaho gamit ang pangalan sa laing tao. Si Len-Len, ang bunso, wala na nag handom maka sulod pa ug hayskul, nag tabang na lang sa iyahang mama manlaba aron maka kwarta.&lt;br /&gt;"Tagpila gani nang pandesal nak?" Nangutana iyahang mama samtang gina pangita ang iyahang pitakang gamay. "Palit lang gud ta ug bale beinte ma, pwede na man siguro na" Nagpadayon ug pangita ang iyahang mama, hangtud sa iyaha nang na isip nga nawala na jud ang iyahang pitaka. "Gikuha usab sa inyong papa ang atoang kwarta"&lt;br /&gt;Ang papa ni Juan, baldado. Dili ang panglawas, kun dili ang iyahang utok. Pirmi hubog. Pirmi suko. Kung dili sila kulatahon ma igsoon, ang ilahang mama ang diskitahan. Para kay Juan, kng naay tao nga dapat patyon sa mga vigilante, dli si Toto, Kay si Toto dli mangulata. Dili pirmi suko,dli pirmi hubog, high lang.&lt;br /&gt;Nagdali si Juan paadto sa kanto aron mupalit ug pandesal. Na agian niya ang balay ni Amay, ug nadunggan ang away nila sa iyahang asawa. Walay pagkaon. Pirmi na lang. Walay ma uli sa sweldo. Naay sakit ang anak. Walay pampalit ug tambal. Kng ma tigbak pud ang anak. Walay pampa lubong. Double dead. Sa unahan pud nag tagbo si nong Boy. "Hoy Juan! ingna imung papa nga bayaran ko niya sa amoang pustahan kagabii ha?" "Unsa diay inyong gipustahan nong?" "Nag pusta mi kung kinsa ang madaog sa basketball gabii, amaw pud na imung papa, nisukol pusta sa dehado. Mura pud ug di kabalo mag sabong" Masimhot pa ni Juan ang baho sa Tanduay sa baba ni nong Boy. Murag baba sa minatay nga nabuhi.&lt;br /&gt;Nipadayon si Juan sa paglakaw paadto sa kanto. Gi sikop sa kamot ang beinte nga hinatag sa iyahang mama. Tinago tago nga beinte. Inipit sa saninaan sa iyahang mama. Salamat na lang nga wala nakit-an sa iyahang baliko nga amahan. Kay sigurado, maski piso, dli ma respeto.&lt;br /&gt;"Te, pandesal daw te. bale beinte" Dala ang supot nga naay pandesal, nidagan si Juan pauli. Nagbantay sa pandol. Nagdali. Walay gisayang nga oras. Apan sa pagdali ni Juan wala niya napansin ang paspas nga pagpadagan ni Dodong. Sa hapit nila pag bangga, nalabay ang tinapay. Patay...&lt;br /&gt;"Sori jud dong, wala man gud ka nag tan-aw! Ok lang ka? walay naga sakit?" "Ok ra ko nong" Apan sa utok ni Juan, ang pangit nga larawan sa iyahang papa nga naga wild ang nigawas. Ang sakit sa pagpangulata. "Mulakaw na ko nong, naghulat si papa" Wala nay mapunit si Juan sa mga pandesal nga nangahulog. Apan ni uli gihapon kini. Sa layo pa lang nakita na niya nga daghan ang tao sa ilahang payag. Mga silingan, pulis, ug daghan pang silingan. Naga sturya, dili masabtan sa kadaghan.&lt;br /&gt;"Pamilya Gihurot sa Papa nga Nag Wild Kay Walay Pandesal" Mao ang headline sa tabloid sa kanto... Murag nagalutaw sa Tanduay on the rocks... Gago... Gago jud...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8892453129310726398-3946044260531414730?l=whataboutairo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/feeds/3946044260531414730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8892453129310726398&amp;postID=3946044260531414730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/3946044260531414730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/3946044260531414730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/2008/09/si-juan-nimata-ug-sayo.html' title='--------'/><author><name>¼Achilles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645585359312220809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YbNYS0uH9o/SM6fdbBecqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hE6djQ4OEV0/S220/lunapic-122150021584679.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892453129310726398.post-3071873629272402596</id><published>2008-09-07T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:29:55.596-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Things'/><title type='text'>The Top 15 Macho Ways to Express a Break-up - TopFive.com</title><content type='html'>15. opened up a can of industrial strength whoop-heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. She keyed the hood on my Corvette of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. She roadkilled my heart on the grille-work of disdain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.. Even my dual-range Sawzall 6527-21 couldn't cut through her carbon-steel heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. When her personality had its last tune-up, whoever did it set her cShearburetor's bitch mixture waaaaay too rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I gave her three sets of 10 reps of affection curls. She gave me squat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I tapped her love keg and just got foam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Allegations that we were together for life were apparently "sexed up" by the British Defense Secretary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The rust of rejection finally overcame the duct tape of desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. She fried up a sizzlin' slab o' "see ya later."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I thought I'd retained possession of her love, but upon further review that call was overturned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I've relocated from Hummerville to Bummertown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. She got me a front-row ticket to WWF Dumpamania: Emotional Smackdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Our love car Earnhardted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and the Number 1 Macho Way to Express a Break-up... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. She called me off the mound and brought in the battery-powered reliever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8892453129310726398-3071873629272402596?l=whataboutairo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/feeds/3071873629272402596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8892453129310726398&amp;postID=3071873629272402596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/3071873629272402596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/3071873629272402596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/2008/09/top-15-macho-ways-to-express-break-up.html' title='The Top 15 Macho Ways to Express a Break-up - TopFive.com'/><author><name>¼Achilles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645585359312220809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YbNYS0uH9o/SM6fdbBecqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hE6djQ4OEV0/S220/lunapic-122150021584679.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892453129310726398.post-7294704872686515401</id><published>2008-09-07T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:33:01.487-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reposted News'/><title type='text'>So What's the Oddest Book Title of the Past 30 Years?</title><content type='html'>LONDON - "Greek Rural Postmen and Their Cancellation Numbers" benefited from a late surge in public support to win the title of oddest book title of the past 30 years, The Bookseller magazine said Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book — a comprehensive record of Greek postal routes by Derek Willan — grabbed 13 percent of the 1,000 international public votes cast to chose the oddest title from the winners of the annual competition that began in 1978.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It beat "People Who Don't Know They're Dead" and "How To Avoid Huge Ships" into second and third places with 11 and 10 percent respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The posties pulled off a real shock here. The pre-tournament favorite was the prize's first ever recipient — 'Proceedings of the Second International Workshop on Nude Mice,'" said Horace Bent, custodian of the annual Diagram Prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Right from the off, it was Gary Leon Hill's "People Who Don't Know They're Dead" that set the pace. It topped the polls for over three weeks," he added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another early favorite "How To Bombproof Your Horse" also failed to feature in the final count.&lt;br /&gt;The prize was dreamed up initially at the 1978 Frankfurt Book Fair as a way of avoiding boredom. It has since become an annual star. This year's winner was "If You Want Closure in Your Relationship, Start With Your Legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: msnbc.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8892453129310726398-7294704872686515401?l=whataboutairo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/feeds/7294704872686515401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8892453129310726398&amp;postID=7294704872686515401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/7294704872686515401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/7294704872686515401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-whats-oddest-book-title-of-past-30.html' title='So What&apos;s the Oddest Book Title of the Past 30 Years?'/><author><name>¼Achilles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645585359312220809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YbNYS0uH9o/SM6fdbBecqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hE6djQ4OEV0/S220/lunapic-122150021584679.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892453129310726398.post-4343370145097454262</id><published>2008-09-07T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:33:30.621-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reposted News'/><title type='text'>The Top 17 Bad Internet Pickup Lines from TopFive.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. "I CAN HAS DA NASTY WIT U?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. "Anonymity makes me even more handsome." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. "Your *dot* has me anything but calm." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. "Do you swear under penalty of perjury that you are neither employed in law enforcement nor by NBC?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. "Why don't you come down to my basement apartment in my mom's house and see me sometime?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. "I dunno. Do u *want* me 2 b 16?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. "I'm 13, really cute, and certainly not an undercover agent of any sort." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. "i wud luv 2 get u ROF, even if u don't L." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9."In cyberspace, no one can hear me scream your name." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8."I've fully rebooted from my last relationship." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7."Hey, my wife's going to be at some convention, any chance you could hitch a ride to Chappaqua next week?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6."If I said you had a beautiful port replicator, would you hold it against your camera?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5."My AIM says IM the one for you." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4."My name is Misty, and I speak Klingon." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3."I had to drop out of college because the $250,000,000 software company I started in my dorm room was taking up too much of my time. Can I buy you a PC?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2."Do u like me? Text '1' for 'Yes,' '2' for 'No.'" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and the Number 1 Bad Internet Pickup Line... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1."Hey wait, are you an FBI agent? Because that's even hotter." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8892453129310726398-4343370145097454262?l=whataboutairo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/feeds/4343370145097454262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8892453129310726398&amp;postID=4343370145097454262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/4343370145097454262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/4343370145097454262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/2008/09/top-17-bad-internet-pickup-lines-from.html' title='The Top 17 Bad Internet Pickup Lines from TopFive.com'/><author><name>¼Achilles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645585359312220809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YbNYS0uH9o/SM6fdbBecqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hE6djQ4OEV0/S220/lunapic-122150021584679.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892453129310726398.post-5228301477955602373</id><published>2008-09-07T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:33:26.203-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Things'/><title type='text'>Qoute of the Day</title><content type='html'>Many believe that sarcasm is the lowestform of wit. Yeah, like *that's* true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rob Simpson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8892453129310726398-5228301477955602373?l=whataboutairo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/feeds/5228301477955602373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8892453129310726398&amp;postID=5228301477955602373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/5228301477955602373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/5228301477955602373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/2008/09/qoute-of-day.html' title='Qoute of the Day'/><author><name>¼Achilles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645585359312220809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YbNYS0uH9o/SM6fdbBecqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hE6djQ4OEV0/S220/lunapic-122150021584679.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892453129310726398.post-9096892508837474235</id><published>2008-09-06T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:31:02.662-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reposted News'/><title type='text'>Wondering How Cheap are the Consoles Nowadays? Here's A Big Surprise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Xbox 360 now cheapest console&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prices drop on Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By &lt;a href="http://videogames.yahoo.com/masthead"&gt;Mike Smith&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you still sitting on the fence about the Xbox 360?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some news that might make up your mind: as of Friday, Microsoft is cutting prices across the entire Xbox 360 model line-up, leaving the Arcade edition at $199, $50 cheaper than the Wii -- which has been the cheapest way to get into next-gen gaming since its debut two years ago. The Arcade is the least capable of the three Xbox 360 models currently available, and includes a wired controller and a 256 MB memory card rather than the hard drives found on higher priced bundles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The price drop sees Microsoft taking aim at the Wii's enormous market share, and with stock shortages still plaguing potential Wii buyers, it might just work -- especially when Microsoft is packing an ever-growing selection of family-friendly games, and planning an imminent interface overhaul that'll make the machine's dashboard easier to use. Retail giant GameStop is expecting the strategy to succeed, too, at least in the short term: the company's senior vice-president was quoted in Business Week as saying he expected Xbox 360 sales to jump anywhere from 1.5 to three times in the wake of the move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Microsoft's other Xbox 360 hardware bundles received comparable price cuts, leaving the Premium edition (which includes a 60 GB hard drive) at $299, and the Elite (which includes a 120 GB hard drive and a snazzy matt black finish) at $399. Meanwhile, Sony's PlayStation 3 remains the most expansive offering, with the cheapest system in its range retailing at $399.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source : Yahoo! Games&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8892453129310726398-9096892508837474235?l=whataboutairo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/feeds/9096892508837474235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8892453129310726398&amp;postID=9096892508837474235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/9096892508837474235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/9096892508837474235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/2008/09/wondering-how-cheap-are-consoles.html' title='Wondering How Cheap are the Consoles Nowadays? Here&apos;s A Big Surprise!'/><author><name>¼Achilles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645585359312220809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YbNYS0uH9o/SM6fdbBecqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hE6djQ4OEV0/S220/lunapic-122150021584679.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892453129310726398.post-6217852474338969693</id><published>2008-09-06T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:34:17.515-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piece of Mind'/><title type='text'>Random Question #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;If you were a wrestler, what would be your finishing move?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a wrestler... Id call my finishing move...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BulubogtakiSikwaki Slam!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8892453129310726398-6217852474338969693?l=whataboutairo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/feeds/6217852474338969693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8892453129310726398&amp;postID=6217852474338969693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/6217852474338969693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/6217852474338969693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/2008/09/random-question-2.html' title='Random Question #2'/><author><name>¼Achilles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645585359312220809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YbNYS0uH9o/SM6fdbBecqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hE6djQ4OEV0/S220/lunapic-122150021584679.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892453129310726398.post-8971694733086384155</id><published>2008-09-06T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:31:16.390-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piece of Mind'/><title type='text'>Blunder of the Week</title><content type='html'>In a chat conversation: (this is my ex-girlfriend by the way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Airo: hello! how's life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G.G. :I'm fine! How bout you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Airo: uhm... just the same old lonely guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G.G. : ngee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-afterthoughts : WTF!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8892453129310726398-8971694733086384155?l=whataboutairo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/feeds/8971694733086384155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8892453129310726398&amp;postID=8971694733086384155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/8971694733086384155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/8971694733086384155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/2008/09/blunder-of-week.html' title='Blunder of the Week'/><author><name>¼Achilles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645585359312220809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YbNYS0uH9o/SM6fdbBecqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hE6djQ4OEV0/S220/lunapic-122150021584679.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892453129310726398.post-351707933031926842</id><published>2008-09-04T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:31:27.735-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piece of Mind'/><title type='text'>From My Side : 21 things Girls dont realize - From Phoebe</title><content type='html'>1) Guys may be flirting around all day, but before they go to sleep, they always think about the girl they truly care about....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Airo : For me, this holds true at times.. Well, I can't and won't represent the majority of men. I think because i have more balls than most of them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Guys are more emotional than you think, if they loved you at one point, it'll take them a lot longer then you think to let you go, and it hurts every second that they try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Airo : Well, maybe... My head sometimes becomes more of a burden than its worth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Guys go crazy over a girl's smile(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Airo : YES!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) A guy who likes you wants to be the only guy you talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Airo : Not really.. we would want attention.. But maybe not that much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Giving a guy a hanging message like "You know what?..uh...nevermind.." would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are thinking. And he'll assume he did something wrong and he'll obsess about it trying to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Airo : It's not our fault... Give a girl a hanging message and she would think you're breaking up wid her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him. You don't need to give advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Airo : No messiah complex required pls. We believe we have all we need. We just need girls to be there to support us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Airo : Once again... YES! or maybe its the other way around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) GUYS LOVE YOU MORE THAN YOU LOVE THEM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Airo : A subjective claim.. Maybe... Maybe not..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Guys use words like hot or cute to describe girls. They rarely use beautiful or gorgeous. If a guy uses that, he loves you or likes you a whole heck of a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Airo : I never thought of it like this... haha Well, yeah.. i think...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)If the guy does something stupid in front of the girl, he will think about it for the next couple days or until the next time he spends time with the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Airo : We are MEN! we are not supposed to look stupid in front of girls. And if ever we do. We remember it like prom night...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)If a guy looks unusually calm and laid back, he's probably faking it and he is really thinking about something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Airo : Another big YES!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) When a guy says he is going crazy about the girl, he really is (Guys rarely say that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Airo : Do we? aww come on... Really now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13)When a guy asks you to leave him alone, he's just actually saying, "Please come and listen to me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Airo : It's the man-on-top complex... We dont just want to be seen fallen or down. So please understand. Its just that Rambo didnt do this sort of stuff when Vietnam was on siege.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14)If a guy starts to talk seriously, listen to him. It doesn't happen that often, so when it does, you know something's up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Airo : Maybe... (winks!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) When a guy looks at you for longer than a second, he's definitely thinking something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Airo : Who knows? Did you really think we'd admit sumthing like that?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Guys really think that girls are strange and have unpredictable decisions and are MAD confusing but somehow are drawn even more to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Airo : (cue : bitter virgin)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17)A guy would give the world to be able to read a girl's mind for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Airo : Not really, we like guessing. And a girl is the best puzzle God ever made.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18)No guy can handle all his problems on his own. He's just too stubborn to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Airo : Yeah right... And what? girls can?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19)NOT ALL GUYS ARE RUDE!!! Just because ONE is RUDE doesnt mean he represents ALL of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Airo : YEAH! not all guys are rude? Some are really really rude.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20)WHEN A GUY SACRIFICES HIS SLEEP AND HEALTH JUST TO TALK TO YOU, HE REALLY LIKES YOU AND WANTS TO BE WITH YOU AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Airo : Many ways to show adoration. So lame.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21)EVEN IF YOU DUMP A GUY MONTHS AGO AND HE LOVED YOU HE PROBABLY STILL DOES AND IF HE HAD ONE WISH IT WOULD BE YOU TO COME BACK INTO HIS LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Airo : Sadly, In my case... YES..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8892453129310726398-351707933031926842?l=whataboutairo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/feeds/351707933031926842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8892453129310726398&amp;postID=351707933031926842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/351707933031926842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/351707933031926842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/2008/09/from-my-side-21-things-girls-dont.html' title='From My Side : 21 things Girls dont realize - From Phoebe'/><author><name>¼Achilles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645585359312220809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YbNYS0uH9o/SM6fdbBecqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hE6djQ4OEV0/S220/lunapic-122150021584679.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892453129310726398.post-2157333351300908021</id><published>2008-09-04T08:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:31:42.350-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reposted News'/><title type='text'>Google aims at Microsoft with new Web browser</title><content type='html'>SAN FRANCISCO - Google Inc. is releasing its own Web browser in a long-anticipated move aimed at countering the dominance of Microsoft Corp.'s Internet Explorer and ensuring easy access to its market-leading search engine.&lt;br /&gt;The Mountain View, California-based company took the unusual step of announcing its latest product on the Labor Day holiday after it prematurely sent out a comic book drawn up to herald the new browser's arrival.&lt;br /&gt;The free browser, called "Chrome," is supposed to be available for downloading Tuesday in more than 100 countries for computers running on Microsoft's Windows operating system. Google said it's still working on versions compatible with Apple Inc.'s Mac computer and the Linux operating system.&lt;br /&gt;Google's browser is expected to hit the market a week after Microsoft's unveiling of a test version of its latest browser update, Internet Explorer 8. The tweaks include more tools for Web surfers to cloak their online preferences, creating a shield that could make it more difficult for Google and other marketing networks to figure out which ads are most likely to appeal to which individuals.&lt;br /&gt;Although Google is using a cartoonish approach to promote Chrome, the new browser underscores the gravity of Google's rivalry with Microsoft, whose Internet Explorer is used by about 75 percent of Web surfers.&lt;br /&gt;Google's lead in the lucrative Internet search market is nearly as commanding, with its engine processing nearly two-thirds of the Web's queries.&lt;br /&gt;For the past few years, Google has been trying to take advantage of its search engine's popularity to loosen Microsoft's grip on how most people interact with personal computers.&lt;br /&gt;The assault so far has been focused on a bundle of computer programs, including word processing and spreadsheet applications, that Google offers as an alternative to one of Microsoft's biggest money makers, its Office suite of products.&lt;br /&gt;Google has tried to make its alternatives more appealing and accessible by hosting them for free over Internet connections instead of requiring users to pay a licensing fee to install them on individual computers, as Microsoft typically does.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Microsoft has tried to thwart Google by investing billions in the development of its own search engine and making an unsuccessful attempt to buy Yahoo Inc. for $47.5 billion.The tensions between Microsoft and Google now seem likely to escalate with Google's foray into Web browsing.&lt;br /&gt;Until now, Google had been trying to undermine Internet Explorer by supporting Firefox, a Web browser developed by the open-source Mozilla Foundation. Bolstered by an advertising partnership with Google's search engine, Firefox ranks as the second most popular browser, with a market share of more than 10 percent. Google recently extended its advertising alliance with Firefox through 2011.&lt;br /&gt;Bearing the stamp of Google's renowned brand, Chrome could be an even more formidable rival to Explorer.&lt;br /&gt;Still, Google's name is no guarantee of success. For instance, Google's instant messaging service has not come close to catching up to the market-leading products made by Yahoo, Microsoft and Time Warner Inc.'s AOL.&lt;br /&gt;In a blog post Monday, Google touted Chrome as a more sophisticated Web browser better suited for displaying the dynamic and interactive content blossoming on the Web as people migrate from television, radio and newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;"The Web gets better with more options and innovation," Sundar Pichai, Google's vice president of product management, and Linus Upson, Google's engineering director, wrote in the posting. "Google Chrome is another option, and we hope it contributes to making the Web even better."&lt;br /&gt;Microsoft brushed aside the threat posed by Google in a statement Monday from Dean Hachamovitch, Internet Explorer's general manager."&lt;br /&gt;The browser landscape is highly competitive, but people will choose Internet Explorer 8 for the way it puts the services they want right at their fingertips ... and, more than any other browsing technology, puts them in control of their personal data online," Hachamovitch said.&lt;br /&gt;Even as it has backed Firefox, Google has openly fretted about the possible ramifications of Microsoft's huge lead in Web browsing.Google is worried that Microsoft could abuse its power by manipulating Internet Explorer's default settings in a way that might diminish traffic to Google's search engine, which serves as the hub of the largest online ad network.&lt;br /&gt;In 2006, Google contacted the Justice Department to raise alarms about changes to Internet Explorer that Google believed made it more difficult to install search toolbars made by Microsoft's rivals. Although regulators decided not to intervene, Microsoft subsequently modified the way Explorer handled the selection of search toolbars. - AP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8892453129310726398-2157333351300908021?l=whataboutairo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/feeds/2157333351300908021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8892453129310726398&amp;postID=2157333351300908021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/2157333351300908021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/2157333351300908021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/2008/09/google-aims-at-microsoft-with-new-web.html' title='Google aims at Microsoft with new Web browser'/><author><name>¼Achilles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645585359312220809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YbNYS0uH9o/SM6fdbBecqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hE6djQ4OEV0/S220/lunapic-122150021584679.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892453129310726398.post-5294508770688376764</id><published>2008-09-04T08:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:31:56.536-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reposted News'/><title type='text'>Internet traffic grows 53 percent from mid-2007</title><content type='html'>NEW YORK - International Internet traffic kept growing in the last year, but at a slower rate than before, and carriers more than kept pace by adding more capacity, a research firm said Wednesday.The findings by TeleGeography Research are important because some US Internet service providers say they are struggling with the expansion of online traffic, and are imposing monthly download limits on heavy users. The figures from TeleGeography don't exactly correlate to average Internet usage by US households, but give an indication of wider trends.TeleGeography said traffic grew 53 percent from mid-2007 to mid-2008, down from a growth rate of 61 percent in the previous 12 months.Growth on long-haul lines in the US was even slower, at 47 percent. The big increase came in regions where the Internet is less mature. Traffic between the U.S. and Latin America more than doubled.Meanwhile, international Internet capacity on ocean-spanning optical fibers increased 62 percent. On average, Internet traffic now uses just 29 percent of the available bandwidth.TeleGeography research director Alan Mauldin noted that the number of new broadband subscribers has been falling since 2001, but that the overall increase in Internet traffic remains high because of the increasing demand for online video.- AP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8892453129310726398-5294508770688376764?l=whataboutairo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/feeds/5294508770688376764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8892453129310726398&amp;postID=5294508770688376764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/5294508770688376764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/5294508770688376764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/2008/09/internet-traffic-grows-53-percent-from.html' title='Internet traffic grows 53 percent from mid-2007'/><author><name>¼Achilles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645585359312220809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YbNYS0uH9o/SM6fdbBecqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hE6djQ4OEV0/S220/lunapic-122150021584679.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892453129310726398.post-6949886425880552857</id><published>2008-09-04T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:32:08.644-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reposted News'/><title type='text'>Oil down to $105 after US gasoline supplies report</title><content type='html'>NEW YORK - Oil prices are falling after the government reported a smaller-than-expected drop in US gasoline stockpiles.The Energy Information Administration said Thursday that U.S. gasoline stocks fell by 1 million barrels to 194.4 million barrels for the week ending Aug. 29, less than the 1.8 million-barrel drop analysts surveyed by energy research firm had Platts expected. The EIA also said US crude supplies fell unexpectedly last week.The market appeared to be interpreting the gas inventory figure as more evidence of weakening demand.Light, sweet crude for October delivery is down $2.70 at $105.65 a barrel in morning trading on the New York Mercantile Exchange. - AP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8892453129310726398-6949886425880552857?l=whataboutairo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/feeds/6949886425880552857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8892453129310726398&amp;postID=6949886425880552857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/6949886425880552857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/6949886425880552857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/2008/09/oil-down-to-105-after-us-gasoline.html' title='Oil down to $105 after US gasoline supplies report'/><author><name>¼Achilles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645585359312220809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YbNYS0uH9o/SM6fdbBecqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hE6djQ4OEV0/S220/lunapic-122150021584679.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892453129310726398.post-3737615270407255519</id><published>2008-09-04T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:32:19.106-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reposted News'/><title type='text'>Basketball: NBA rookies banished from transition program - report</title><content type='html'>NEW YORK, Sept 3, 2008 (AFP) - Mario Chalmers and Darrell Arthur, heroes of the University of Kansas' run to a US college crown, were dismissed from the National Basketball Association rookie transition program, ESPN reported.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sports television network's website, citing unnamed sources, said the pair were banished Wednesday morning after being discovered in their hotel rooms with marijuana and women, a violation of the program's visitors ban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arthur and Chalmers, among 69 rookies who arrived Tuesday for a four-day seminar on adapting to the NBA, were fined 20,000 dollars each and will begin their first NBA season on the suspended list, according to the report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalmers sank a game-tying 3-pointer in the dying seconds to force overtime in the US college final, where Kansas beat Memphis 75-68.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalmers was selected 34th by Minnesota in June's NBA Draft then traded to Miami while Arthur went 27th to New Orleans, was traded to Portland, which sent him to Houston and finally dealt to Memphis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: Yahoo! News&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8892453129310726398-3737615270407255519?l=whataboutairo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/feeds/3737615270407255519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8892453129310726398&amp;postID=3737615270407255519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/3737615270407255519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/3737615270407255519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/2008/09/basketball-nba-rookies-banished-from.html' title='Basketball: NBA rookies banished from transition program - report'/><author><name>¼Achilles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645585359312220809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YbNYS0uH9o/SM6fdbBecqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hE6djQ4OEV0/S220/lunapic-122150021584679.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892453129310726398.post-8656369024882711755</id><published>2008-09-03T19:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:32:30.849-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Things'/><title type='text'>Random Question #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Q: Well, maybe they don't need them, but don't you think that some fish might like a bicycle?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, fishes wont like bicycles. I guess. Because in the first place the ocean is no park. There are no bicycle lanes in the sea. It's also not good for their fins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8892453129310726398-8656369024882711755?l=whataboutairo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/feeds/8656369024882711755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8892453129310726398&amp;postID=8656369024882711755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/8656369024882711755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/8656369024882711755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/2008/09/random-question-1.html' title='Random Question #1'/><author><name>¼Achilles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645585359312220809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YbNYS0uH9o/SM6fdbBecqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hE6djQ4OEV0/S220/lunapic-122150021584679.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892453129310726398.post-926018679171769572</id><published>2008-09-03T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:34:07.659-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piece of Mind'/><title type='text'>So what's the whole point?</title><content type='html'>So what's the whole point of keeping a blog these days? Let me see, there is basically no reason for me to do so. It's been almost 2 months since my last fateful relationship. And I havent had much contact with girls either. And it has been months. Well, I guess there really are better things to do than flirt and get laid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, what kicked my "make-a-blog-self" to life was when nikki asked me a familiar question. "&lt;em&gt;Naa kay blog bai?" (&lt;/em&gt;Do u have a blog?) Now there really was nothing to it. But the ring of the thought that some people really thought I was keeping a blog was rather bothering. So here, im starting all over again, from scratch, from square one. I just hope this stuff works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8892453129310726398-926018679171769572?l=whataboutairo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/feeds/926018679171769572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8892453129310726398&amp;postID=926018679171769572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/926018679171769572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8892453129310726398/posts/default/926018679171769572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutairo.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-whats-whole-point.html' title='So what&apos;s the whole point?'/><author><name>¼Achilles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645585359312220809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3YbNYS0uH9o/SM6fdbBecqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hE6djQ4OEV0/S220/lunapic-122150021584679.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
