<?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-8767740</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:15:23.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Genius may have its limitations...</title><subtitle type='html'>In these days, a man who says a thing cannot be done is quite apt to be interrupted by some idiot doing it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofmean.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8767740/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofmean.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>red-blooded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05069089569121412147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i3/bacani_2006/jan.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8767740.post-114839603090595421</id><published>2006-05-23T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T07:53:50.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Ticket to Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What I valued during my childhood days came back to me thanks t a ticket. Friends invited me to the premier of the new X-Men installment. The movie just blew me away. It was not that faithful to the cartoon version but I did not care. The general plot was faithful but some happenings were not (I will not tell you though). I will not go through the technical aspects, I might end up crafting a movie review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I am a diehard X-Men  fan. Well I did not collect comic books but I am sure that I  used to be desperate not to miss any episodes in the X-Men cartoons aired in ABS-CBN Friday nights. My adoration is not because of the lessons of life (too cliche'). I guess it's more of the enjoyment it brought me. It did not offer only one type hero. It offered teamwork. It gives the underdogs a chance. The protagonists are not necessarily more powerful than their counterparts. The antagonists are not pure evil. They are not out to conquer the world. The X-Men  showcases one ideology  but carried out  differently by the heroes and anti-heroes.   Professor Xavier has his flaws, Magneto is not very bad. I guess what draws me into it is, although its fiction (you can't get any more fictitious than this world of mutants),diversity is preserved -- Although people are related by species, reality is there are differences in beliefs and ideology. It is not as simple as Tom out to get Jerry because it's the law of nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on with this till tomorrow. It rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8767740-114839603090595421?l=worldofmean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofmean.blogspot.com/feeds/114839603090595421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8767740&amp;postID=114839603090595421' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8767740/posts/default/114839603090595421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8767740/posts/default/114839603090595421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofmean.blogspot.com/2006/05/ticket-to-memories.html' title='A Ticket to Memories'/><author><name>red-blooded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05069089569121412147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i3/bacani_2006/jan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8767740.post-114759228714699622</id><published>2006-05-14T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T00:38:07.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion, Detergents and Laundry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I do my laundry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;It has become sort of  a routine for me. A sense of achievement? No it is not. More of a sense of relief. You see, I do my laundry once a week. Imagine the pile of dirty clothes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I guess this piece is dedicated to passion. Passion they say is something you devote yourself into. It is something not shared with someone. It is communing with yourself to become fulfilled. They say it could be sports, writing, school, art, or anything. It could be a big activity, extreme and dangerous, or it could be simple like doing the laundry (You had it coming :-)).   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;You actually become aware of details in doing it properly. You learn the art of using fabric conditioner. You discover why the whites should be washed separately from the colored clothes. And, there's the proper way of hanging the clothes, choosing the perfect detergent. The list goes on. You start to notice ads for laundry products and consider promos. Simply put, you learn to take care of your clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;This is a result of hours of doing my laundry. Whew!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8767740-114759228714699622?l=worldofmean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofmean.blogspot.com/feeds/114759228714699622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8767740&amp;postID=114759228714699622' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8767740/posts/default/114759228714699622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8767740/posts/default/114759228714699622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofmean.blogspot.com/2006/05/passion-detergents-and-laundry.html' title='Passion, Detergents and Laundry'/><author><name>red-blooded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05069089569121412147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i3/bacani_2006/jan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8767740.post-114742896545485586</id><published>2006-05-12T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T00:40:35.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Primetime Bida, Pizza &amp; Maalaala</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's Growing. It's becoming a habit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am a primetime viewer. Last week and last night, I sat through the Maalaala Mo Kaya Special. Daisy is a mother of a child inflicted with cerebral palsy and a rare degenerative disease. Earlier that day, a colleague and i talked about how ABS-CBN has improved its offerings by harping on its strength - drama. And, it is working. Vilma Santos was amazing (I am not really a big fan of TV shows but hey...) Her performance was different from her mainstream movies where she also portrays a mom. With all those movies, she must really be getting the hang of motherhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER'S DAY is coming up. Everybody is reminding us of that day. Surf, PLDT and other commercials attempt to knock at our emotional doors and remind us of that occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think about it, it would not hurt to think about how amazing these women are. They have devoted their lives to us, stood by us everyday. I remember how my mom got into a fight because of me. Phenomenal, lovable and loyal... Happy Mother's Day MOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8767740-114742896545485586?l=worldofmean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofmean.blogspot.com/feeds/114742896545485586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8767740&amp;postID=114742896545485586' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8767740/posts/default/114742896545485586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8767740/posts/default/114742896545485586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofmean.blogspot.com/2006/05/primetime-bida-pizza-maalaala.html' title='Primetime Bida, Pizza &amp; Maalaala'/><author><name>red-blooded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05069089569121412147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i3/bacani_2006/jan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8767740.post-114742713290365498</id><published>2006-05-12T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T02:45:32.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Technology...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I must admit. I'm not techie. Sad... but true. I guess it shows... Look at this page. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But I'm not going to whine about it. I am currently working on a project which involves server technology. The pain of doing the interviews with IT people is excruciating. It is not them... clearly, it is me. I should have been a computer scientist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I wonder why I was not that interested with technology. It's hard. Kudos to IT folks!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8767740-114742713290365498?l=worldofmean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofmean.blogspot.com/feeds/114742713290365498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8767740&amp;postID=114742713290365498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8767740/posts/default/114742713290365498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8767740/posts/default/114742713290365498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofmean.blogspot.com/2006/05/oh-technology.html' title='Oh Technology...'/><author><name>red-blooded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05069089569121412147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i3/bacani_2006/jan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8767740.post-114725291281631973</id><published>2006-05-10T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T02:21:52.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What was I thinking?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So many things have happened in the past year and I have not written about anything. O yeah, I forgot my account name and password. It must have been Bren pushing me to reenter the "blogsphere" (what a term). Thanks to my innate denial of having to do some proposals, I found myself retrieving my log-in name and password and toink! here I am writing this piece - an attempt to walk in the blogsphere again. Anyway, time to summarize the past year. Some key points: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am feeling the hard times! Big bills to pay and more work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have finally joined the IIT forum. Well, technically I posted once or twice before but was not able to sustain the account. As usual, the same set of personalities lurk(s) in the forum. The IIT forum has become a mini IIT with characters ranging from the idealists to the plain stupid. Hmmm... come to think about this would be an interesting topic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Philippine politics is still tumultuous. New issues have sprouted out but its still the same old Filipinolandia - interesting and challenging. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;More in the days to come (I have to think....) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8767740-114725291281631973?l=worldofmean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofmean.blogspot.com/feeds/114725291281631973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8767740&amp;postID=114725291281631973' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8767740/posts/default/114725291281631973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8767740/posts/default/114725291281631973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofmean.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-was-i-thinking.html' title='What was I thinking?'/><author><name>red-blooded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05069089569121412147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i3/bacani_2006/jan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8767740.post-110750064410682862</id><published>2005-02-03T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T23:04:04.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's been three months since my last post. I can't say that nothing happened but probably the best thing was when I went home for the holidays. I saw people that are important to me and reassured myself that they are. But most of those three months were spent at work trying to be productive to get by and paid every 10 and 25 of the month (ooooh happy days). Today is different, I gathered enough courage to have my blood pressure gauged (it could be scary sometimes considering my size), sadly it is high as expected. Hence, it is time to be healthy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8767740-110750064410682862?l=worldofmean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofmean.blogspot.com/feeds/110750064410682862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8767740&amp;postID=110750064410682862' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8767740/posts/default/110750064410682862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8767740/posts/default/110750064410682862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofmean.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-time.html' title='It&apos;s time...'/><author><name>red-blooded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05069089569121412147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i3/bacani_2006/jan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8767740.post-109946041676363470</id><published>2004-11-02T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T21:55:57.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a long and winding road (c/o Sahlee)...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What's in the news today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hmmm... another Filipino was kidnapped in Baghdad&lt;/span&gt;. In my mind? Will it be another Angelo dela Cruz in the making? Another tale about a modern-day hero held captive by bandits, was released and hurrah hurrah!!! became an instant celebrity. I hope not. Until now, I can't really explain how he got to be a STAR. What can I say, we live in a twisted reality driven by media hypes. I have nothing against the new victim. I hope he will be released. Let the people who are supposed to deal with the problem solve the problem! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Miriam's outburst&lt;/span&gt;. What went wrong? I guess she has become too emotional about the issue. Can we blame her? I can't really judge. About the issue, if the Senate would allow an increase in the University of the Philippines' budget, it should also increase the budget for other state universities. My point? Why not include the other state U's? Because they're not asking for an increase? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's been going on the past weeks. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;More and more military people were found to have unexplained wealth&lt;/span&gt;. The let them explain them! Let every government official and military "mogul" (excuse the term) explain their wealth and maybe we can round up enough money to build new prisons (may be hotel type) to house these sleazeballs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Our world is dreadful. But still, there are reasons to be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8767740-109946041676363470?l=worldofmean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofmean.blogspot.com/feeds/109946041676363470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8767740&amp;postID=109946041676363470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8767740/posts/default/109946041676363470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8767740/posts/default/109946041676363470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofmean.blogspot.com/2004/11/its-long-and-winding-road-co-sahlee.html' title='It&apos;s a long and winding road (c/o Sahlee)...'/><author><name>red-blooded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05069089569121412147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i3/bacani_2006/jan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8767740.post-109884978614279126</id><published>2004-10-26T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T21:03:06.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes you just don't know...</title><content type='html'>In this world, does it really help to be polite, should we be very transparent about how we feel? Transparent in a way that people will immediately see your mood. Is there really a thin line between transparency, honesty, and being careful not to hurt or aggravate other people's feelings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8767740-109884978614279126?l=worldofmean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofmean.blogspot.com/feeds/109884978614279126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8767740&amp;postID=109884978614279126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8767740/posts/default/109884978614279126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8767740/posts/default/109884978614279126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofmean.blogspot.com/2004/10/sometimes-you-just-dont-know.html' title='Sometimes you just don&apos;t know...'/><author><name>red-blooded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05069089569121412147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i3/bacani_2006/jan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8767740.post-109877785548778865</id><published>2004-10-26T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T01:04:15.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How fast does the world turn?</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Could it be that we are living in a fast (changing/ evolving) environment that we forget to be humans? Have we become creatures of change designed to follow the whims of people in media?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On values- are we still in touch with the supposed good values taught to us when we were young? Just an example, I had a meeting in a big firm. We were squeezed inside a boss' cubicle and unfortunately all seats were taken so I had to stand up the whole time. Too bad. But then again, would I feel bad if it happened to a colleague and not to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do we really have a strong desire to become filthy rich to the point of becoming corrupt or steal from taxpayers? Would i feel bad about it if I didn't pay taxes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The reason for writing this is that I tend to be apathetic at times specially when events don't involve/ affect me. Is this right or wrong? Is everything really about being good or evil? Or is living really about trying to be happy?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8767740-109877785548778865?l=worldofmean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofmean.blogspot.com/feeds/109877785548778865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8767740&amp;postID=109877785548778865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8767740/posts/default/109877785548778865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8767740/posts/default/109877785548778865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofmean.blogspot.com/2004/10/how-fast-does-world-turn.html' title='How fast does the world turn?'/><author><name>red-blooded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05069089569121412147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i3/bacani_2006/jan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8767740.post-109807968257026651</id><published>2004-10-18T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T01:54:44.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Since this is the first, let's talk about me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I still have work to do but since this would be my first legitimate blog entry, I decided to postpone work till later. Ever had those days when you don't feel like doing anything? Well, this is one of them. So, I decided to do this and maybe share to you how my usual week in QC goes (As if you'd be interested...). Monday to Friday is consumed by work. It's the usual struggle of finishing something (be it reports, proposals, presentations) before deadline. In my case though I haven't done anything that's way before deadline (Hmmmmm... I wonder why.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; I usually wake up 8:30 A.M, comes in 5 to 10 minutes after 9, opens my computer, checks my Friendster account (What a nice way to start the day), Philstar, Inq7 and starts with paperwork, interviews, documents, etc. Then LUNCH. Yum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Work ends 6 PM but extends to 7 or 8. My weekends are special since I get to watch movies (will talk about latest seen movie, House of Flying Daggers later) and TV and most of all I get to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;All in all, I could say I live a more laidback life here. I actually have control of my time and finances (no choice, I have to budget). But, there's still no place like home. Back to work, back to work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8767740-109807968257026651?l=worldofmean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofmean.blogspot.com/feeds/109807968257026651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8767740&amp;postID=109807968257026651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8767740/posts/default/109807968257026651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8767740/posts/default/109807968257026651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofmean.blogspot.com/2004/10/since-this-is-first-lets-talk-about-me_18.html' title='Since this is the first, let&apos;s talk about me.'/><author><name>red-blooded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05069089569121412147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i3/bacani_2006/jan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8767740.post-109807160192143649</id><published>2004-10-18T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T20:53:21.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...but stupidity is not thus handicapped.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;I always wanted to have one of these. However, i fear that I may not be able to maintain this as my schedule is quite irregular. I don't intend to chronicle my life through this blog. It's more of writing something about my current state of mind. I don't think this would reflect something deep but I do hope everything would be "nice reads." Anyway, read read... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8767740-109807160192143649?l=worldofmean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofmean.blogspot.com/feeds/109807160192143649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8767740&amp;postID=109807160192143649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8767740/posts/default/109807160192143649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8767740/posts/default/109807160192143649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofmean.blogspot.com/2004/10/but-stupidity-is-not-thus-handicapped.html' title='...but stupidity is not thus handicapped.'/><author><name>red-blooded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05069089569121412147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i3/bacani_2006/jan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
