<?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-2109794482221374194</id><updated>2012-02-17T01:16:30.661+08:00</updated><category term='rich kid'/><category term='carbonara'/><category term='japan satellite launch'/><category term='unfortunate'/><category term='2008 moviies'/><category term='super fast satellite launch'/><category term='poor kid'/><category term='rich pasta'/><category term='top 10 movies'/><category term='inventive inquisitor'/><category term='social welfare'/><category term='ticke iq'/><category term='Change'/><category term='creamy'/><category term='internet satellite'/><category term='IQ Test'/><title type='text'>In MY Mind</title><subtitle type='html'>Really, these are just part of the random thoughts that comes to mind..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shangethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2109794482221374194/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shangethoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>shange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159708288262037765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1048/862938340_688120504f_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2109794482221374194.post-2694418649518075637</id><published>2008-06-09T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T10:50:03.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Blackout</title><content type='html'>Today was sticky and extra hot. Another scheduled power interruption gave us the sweaty, sticky feel for the whole 9 hours rendered for work today. I didn't feel as much heat today as compared to the whole summer season.  I think it's already fatal to come out without any sun protection and it really hurts now compared to some other days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the whole east side (almost...) did not have any power today. Twelve hours of getting back to basics! How exciting and challenging...&lt;br /&gt;As most people will do, a lot trooped to the malls and shopping centers expecting to be comfy doing their window shopping with A/C .But with the fuel prices skyrocketing, generators weren't of much help today.  Others opted to stay home, hang out with family or friends, while some decided to spend on some cold beer, one or more probably -  judging by the number of drunk men I came across tonight. Thinking about it now, I realize that all the men in the PUJ I was on tonight were a little tipsy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divisoria tonight was a little extra crowdy, and was glad to see my friend Micole with her hubby and very pretty daughter Circe. And of course, the regulars were all in attendance. From the "balut" and buko vendors, blind masseurs, street kids sniffing sealants from plastic bottles and young peeps sitting on benches (probably people watching) like Burger and I usually do while sitting on of those pebbled benches.  We saw a couple of interesting people tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting Person #1: Nationalistic.&lt;br /&gt;When he was about 10 feet away from Bonifacio's memorial, he stopped, put his bag down and stood straight facing Boni's statue. Closed his eyes and mumbled something, as if he was part of the late hero's army and was waiting for his command. After sometime, he opened his eyes as if he received acknowledgement from who ever he was speaking to and purposely strode off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting Person(s) #2: Couple in Heat.&lt;br /&gt;I never really expected to see love birds in Divisoria that were so much in heat. You would really like to tell them to get a room in the nearest lodging place. Well, considering that the park is now well lit and rehabilitation has been done, I thought couples like this were forced to find some other more low-key and much private place to do their R-18 body language. Really, what I saw last night was not appropriate for a PG rating even. And if you know Divisoria's crowd, you would know young kids and toddlers also love the parks' charm.  How child friendly...(?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2109794482221374194-2694418649518075637?l=shangethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shangethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2694418649518075637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2109794482221374194&amp;postID=2694418649518075637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2109794482221374194/posts/default/2694418649518075637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2109794482221374194/posts/default/2694418649518075637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shangethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/06/sunday-blackout.html' title='Sunday Blackout'/><author><name>shange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159708288262037765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1048/862938340_688120504f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2109794482221374194.post-7479753996573341523</id><published>2008-05-22T19:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T20:10:58.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Painful and Sore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Been nursing a dry cough for almost a week now. I went to see a doctor last Tuesday and he immediately gave me a prescription but I don't see any improvements with my health. It's still dry, much painful and gave me a sore throat and worse, it rendered me "speechless", except for all the racket that I'm making when I run out of air.. I could not form a single word. I can start with the first syllable of any word and finish it like a whisper. I was on the phone earlier today talking to one of my friends at work and I can barely say anything. So this is how it feels like. I guess I have been too careless with my health and kept on forgetting that I'm no longer in my teens. I'm trying to consider getting a second opinion, although I'm just hoping for a more effective medicine so I can get rid of this fast.&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/2109794482221374194-7479753996573341523?l=shangethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shangethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7479753996573341523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2109794482221374194&amp;postID=7479753996573341523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2109794482221374194/posts/default/7479753996573341523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2109794482221374194/posts/default/7479753996573341523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shangethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/05/painful-and-sore.html' title='Painful and Sore'/><author><name>shange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159708288262037765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1048/862938340_688120504f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2109794482221374194.post-7523602928791069233</id><published>2008-04-14T01:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T01:34:17.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hetic Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; think it was the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; time today to rain this summer. It felt good as it &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;cooled&lt;/span&gt; away the heat but I ended up having a part of my gums sore due to a probable lack in vitamin c and most likely from the crazy shift of hot and cold surroundings.  I recently had a hectic schedule in preparation for our annual inventory. It's been long since I stayed awake for the whole night so I had a couple of nights practice before the scheduled count date. I watched videos on youtube until 4am and wakes up at about 9 am. Well, I think I had good practice then. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;but actually, I was staying up late because I was watching the Korean drama, "Lovers" on youtube since there was this one super-generous user who uploaded high quality dvd version with excellent subtitles.. I couldn't resist! I'm tacky when it comes to things like this..) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Moving on..&lt;/span&gt; - On the night of the count, we finished probably first out of 7 teams.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( I just hope we didn't had that much errors in counting...) &lt;/span&gt;I went home at about 6am and tried to sleep even though the sun was up and the light was coming through my windows fast,  only to be awakened by an insensitive neighbor who kept banging on the roof...( well, they didn't know that I was there trying to get some sleep, right? so sorry for calling 'em insensitive) hehe =) They had to do some finishing job on a slight controversial renovation done on their house, since that part of the renovation seemed to have neglected some part of our house with some needed ventilation and natural light. But that's another story once again. I guess I shouldn't complain that much since I don't spend too much time at home anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;My brother's birthday (beerday! LOL) is coming. This year's celebration is momentous! We're also celebrating his ending contracts with the university. Finally, my brother is done with school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Congrats! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/2109794482221374194-7523602928791069233?l=shangethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shangethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7523602928791069233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2109794482221374194&amp;postID=7523602928791069233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2109794482221374194/posts/default/7523602928791069233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2109794482221374194/posts/default/7523602928791069233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shangethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/04/hetic-week.html' title='Hetic Week'/><author><name>shange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159708288262037765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1048/862938340_688120504f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2109794482221374194.post-2390375769228952291</id><published>2008-04-01T09:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:57:59.216+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poor kid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unfortunate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social welfare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rich kid'/><title type='text'>Rich Kid, Poor Kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8Uqvex1gtg/R_GPIJ_iQNI/AAAAAAAAABM/gcxcjp2cPGg/s1600-h/rich+kid+poor+kid.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8Uqvex1gtg/R_GPIJ_iQNI/AAAAAAAAABM/gcxcjp2cPGg/s320/rich+kid+poor+kid.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184082016364282066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sitting at one of the crowded benches of Divisoria last night made me witness to this sad picture. One kid is sitting on Bonifacios' circle, properly dressed,and he  even had matching colors for his apparel and footwear. While another was lying on the ground, oblivious of his surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;I watched the kid on the ground for a long time, waiting for him to come around from his late nap. He was probably tired from loitering the whole day ( but in his case, he might probably be for the rest of his life). Rich kid and poor kid instantly came to mind. It was so sad really to see two kids, almost of the same age to lead two VERY different lives. I am so thankful to have parents who never gave up on me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I am thankful that I have not been deprived of my childhood.&lt;/span&gt; I could never imagine myself to be young and become frustrated all at the same time for having to experience the hardships in life. Who knows how often this kid gets to eat in a day? Or does he even get a decent meal at all? Although he still has a family to call his own, but they can never be that family that you can actually define as one. Sometimes I wonder what could become of these children. Sure, there are still a few success stories that was borne out of poverty such as this but statistics are not that high. Do you still remember the SONA given a few years back about the infamous "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bangkang papel" &lt;/span&gt;? If all these children &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"launched a thousand bangkang papel" &lt;/span&gt;would they be able to lead different lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember rendering hours of work for social welfare way back in my senior year in college as part of my requirement for graduation. I chose the Home For Girls where they house minors who were abandoned and most were sexually harassed and abused by older men who were either a relative or someone they trusted. I could not help but admire those girls because they were still able to have a happy disposition after their cruel experiences. But I also observed how things are being run in our government offices. I kept telling the girls to take a bath everyday so that they can avoid whatever virus they might share from over-crowding the facility but they still smell and look like they have not taken a bath for days, even after I saw them took it. Well, the supplies and donations (bath soaps,shampoos, laundry soaps and donated clothes among others)  for the facility did not reach our unfortunate children. They tell me that they see truck loads of supplies being delivered but to their surprise, they don't find them inside the facility. Hmm, where could it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If  we still believe that the youth is the future of our nation, then we might as well invest in them.&lt;br /&gt;Start them young as they say, but I think we're starting them young with the most cruel and corrupt way possible.&lt;br /&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/2109794482221374194-2390375769228952291?l=shangethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shangethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2390375769228952291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2109794482221374194&amp;postID=2390375769228952291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2109794482221374194/posts/default/2390375769228952291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2109794482221374194/posts/default/2390375769228952291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shangethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/04/rich-kid-poor-kid.html' title='Rich Kid, Poor Kid'/><author><name>shange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159708288262037765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1048/862938340_688120504f_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8Uqvex1gtg/R_GPIJ_iQNI/AAAAAAAAABM/gcxcjp2cPGg/s72-c/rich+kid+poor+kid.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2109794482221374194.post-7964339891926407063</id><published>2008-03-29T11:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:58:00.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Sessions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have always wanted to capture beautiful pictures. Sometimes, I spend an entire afternoon browsing through pictures on the net and getting some fine ideas on how to take them. Just last week, my brother and I agreed on taking pictures of our plants. We had nothing to do anyway, since all malls were closed on Holy Thursday &amp;amp; Friday. We got our potted plants as subjects and all these are amateur photography. I don't even know what I was doing. I just set the camera to automatic and selected macro preset. Good thing, they had flowers!&lt;br /&gt;Here's what we came up with:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8Uqvex1gtg/R-26DJ_iQII/AAAAAAAAAAk/1Q8yN01egzc/s1600-h/DSCF2569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 155px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8Uqvex1gtg/R-26DJ_iQII/AAAAAAAAAAk/1Q8yN01egzc/s320/DSCF2569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183003309558087810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8Uqvex1gtg/R-26Dp_iQJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/uYeoDltMdZ8/s1600-h/DSCF2570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 153px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8Uqvex1gtg/R-26Dp_iQJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/uYeoDltMdZ8/s320/DSCF2570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183003318148022418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8Uqvex1gtg/R-26EJ_iQKI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Nht5-Wv1CQs/s1600-h/DSCF2571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 154px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8Uqvex1gtg/R-26EJ_iQKI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Nht5-Wv1CQs/s320/DSCF2571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183003326737957026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8Uqvex1gtg/R-26Fp_iQLI/AAAAAAAAAA8/pzoE9OS5McM/s1600-h/DSCF2572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 152px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8Uqvex1gtg/R-26Fp_iQLI/AAAAAAAAAA8/pzoE9OS5McM/s320/DSCF2572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183003352507760818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8Uqvex1gtg/R-26F5_iQMI/AAAAAAAAABE/fzUqL6CvjG0/s1600-h/DSCF2573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 152px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8Uqvex1gtg/R-26F5_iQMI/AAAAAAAAABE/fzUqL6CvjG0/s320/DSCF2573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183003356802728130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/2109794482221374194-7964339891926407063?l=shangethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shangethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7964339891926407063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2109794482221374194&amp;postID=7964339891926407063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2109794482221374194/posts/default/7964339891926407063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2109794482221374194/posts/default/7964339891926407063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shangethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/03/photo-sessions.html' title='Photo Sessions'/><author><name>shange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159708288262037765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1048/862938340_688120504f_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8Uqvex1gtg/R-26DJ_iQII/AAAAAAAAAAk/1Q8yN01egzc/s72-c/DSCF2569.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2109794482221374194.post-5645756306954855130</id><published>2008-02-24T09:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T09:56:21.815+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan satellite launch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super fast satellite launch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet satellite'/><title type='text'>Super Fast Internet Satellite Launched</title><content type='html'>I was reading the news when I scrolled to the latest in tech and got excited with the idea of a super fast internet satellite recently launched in Japan. A very promising 1.2 gigabyte per second is something to very excited about. It will first be available in the Asia Pacific region and it would make our DSL connection put to shame. Although its purpose focused more on connecting industries and medical institutions in a wink of an eye, it is not far out that it may also be launched for commercial use. Could it get any better than this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2109794482221374194-5645756306954855130?l=shangethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shangethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5645756306954855130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2109794482221374194&amp;postID=5645756306954855130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2109794482221374194/posts/default/5645756306954855130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2109794482221374194/posts/default/5645756306954855130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shangethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/02/super-fast-internet-satellite-launched.html' title='Super Fast Internet Satellite Launched'/><author><name>shange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159708288262037765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1048/862938340_688120504f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2109794482221374194.post-1947859980582246278</id><published>2008-01-26T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T22:29:43.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High School Reunion - Class 1998</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I saw one of my best girl friend from high school and told me that we will be having our 1st Reunion come April 12. It's been 10 years since we parted ways and it's exciting to see them all again. Things are being prepared and committees have been organized to handle the event. Aside from catching up, we look forward to finding out what became of our dreams and of us. Memories, good or bad will surely haunt us back and the camaraderie will surely be nostalgic!&lt;br /&gt;Although we may not be complete on the marked date, surely everyone will be remembered. I will surely write something about it when the day comes.&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/2109794482221374194-1947859980582246278?l=shangethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shangethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1947859980582246278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2109794482221374194&amp;postID=1947859980582246278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2109794482221374194/posts/default/1947859980582246278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2109794482221374194/posts/default/1947859980582246278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shangethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/01/high-school-reunion-class-1998.html' title='High School Reunion - Class 1998'/><author><name>shange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159708288262037765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1048/862938340_688120504f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2109794482221374194.post-7594591332596229414</id><published>2008-01-25T22:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:58:00.834+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rich pasta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creamy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carbonara'/><title type='text'>My First Carbonara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8Uqvex1gtg/R5n3H-9PC7I/AAAAAAAAAAc/cBHF1EnEtq8/s1600-h/Carbonara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8Uqvex1gtg/R5n3H-9PC7I/AAAAAAAAAAc/cBHF1EnEtq8/s320/Carbonara.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159426564660595634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Making my first Carbonara was a fun experience. While I was idly looking around the grocery &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;store, I found this handy Carbonara sachet that promised  me to be able to do an easy time cooking my first one, and it sure did. I was so excited when I had my day off and I immediately started cooking the pasta. While at it, I chopped bacon and ham and grated (cheddar) cheese. Although the recipe specified to use parmesan, I chose cheddar, for obvious reasons that I cant afford the former, lol. Anyway, all this time I was not sure if I'm doing the right thing. I kept on looking at the recipe to make sure I'm doing things correctly. Finally, after about 30 minutes or so, I had a taste of my very first Carbonara. And I have to say, it wasn't bad. Although the sauce was so rich because of the cream, it wasn't bad after all. I called my best girlfriend to judge my cooking and it passed by her standards. The best thing was, my father and brother loved it! We didn't have to keep leftovers for this because they kept on coming back for another serving. The same could not be said for my mother though, she's not much of a big pasta eater anyway. But coming from her, i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;t passed her standards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/2109794482221374194-7594591332596229414?l=shangethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shangethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7594591332596229414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2109794482221374194&amp;postID=7594591332596229414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2109794482221374194/posts/default/7594591332596229414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2109794482221374194/posts/default/7594591332596229414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shangethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-first-carbonara.html' title='My First Carbonara'/><author><name>shange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159708288262037765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1048/862938340_688120504f_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8Uqvex1gtg/R5n3H-9PC7I/AAAAAAAAAAc/cBHF1EnEtq8/s72-c/Carbonara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2109794482221374194.post-8304854662214968514</id><published>2007-11-08T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T15:21:08.742+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IQ Test'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ticke iq'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inventive inquisitor'/><title type='text'>Tickle IQ Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I took the online tickle IQ test and was amused by the result. They named me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inventive Inquisitor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I have the unusual distinction of being equally good at math and verbal skills. This means, I am a creative thinker and uniquely good at teaching others through experiences. I am also a great improviser and very good at handling change. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Somehow,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I cannot agree with the first sentence. I know I am a bit good with verbal skills but not so with math. I'm way too scared for math. That's basically the reason why I did not take commerce or engineering during college because I hated solving numeric problems and the like. Algebra made me mad and Physics scared me. Anyways, I act as if I know what to do but in all honesty, I'm dumb when it comes to numbers. I may be able to solve them but it will take me twice as much time compared to the rest of my peers. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Quite ironic because I am now working in retail handling Cash Operations, which means I deal with numbers every day, with monetary value I might add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second sentence is nearly true. I am a creative thinker but they're just there, up in my thoughts and could not find an outlet for expression . I normally do express such creativity when I listen to music or when I am so bored I change furniture arrangements in my room and even in the workplace. The "teaching others through experience" part is also true. I do not really like teaching in a spoon fed manner. I rather have them learn as they go and go through a trial and error phase where others can relate and learn from their mistakes. It is much more fulfilling that way because they tend to value the experience more as compared to being taught in a technical manner where there are no room for mistake and a very limited space for additional learnings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last sentence stunned me a bit. Up until today I have not realized that I have been through a lot of changes. To be more specific, a lot of changes within a single year and thinking of it now, I can definitely say I have handled it well. It may have not been perfect and blissful but I learned and grow in those days. Changes in my personal life and in the work place. It's not so bad. It's just a matter of tweaking things a bit so that we can function better as compared to what we were used to. After all, it's the constant thing in life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/2109794482221374194-8304854662214968514?l=shangethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shangethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8304854662214968514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2109794482221374194&amp;postID=8304854662214968514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2109794482221374194/posts/default/8304854662214968514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2109794482221374194/posts/default/8304854662214968514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shangethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/11/tickle-iq-test.html' title='Tickle IQ Test'/><author><name>shange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159708288262037765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1048/862938340_688120504f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2109794482221374194.post-5131678877885908773</id><published>2007-10-25T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T09:51:19.298+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008 moviies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='top 10 movies'/><title type='text'>TOP 10 MOVIES OF 2008</title><content type='html'>I was surfing the web and found the list for the top 10 must see movies for 2008. My aim is to watch every film since I average going to movies once a week. (costly isn't it?) Anyway, here's the list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Iron Man&lt;br /&gt;2. The Dark Knight&lt;br /&gt;3. Indiana Jones 4&lt;br /&gt;4. Speed Racer&lt;br /&gt;5. Get Smart&lt;br /&gt;6. Incredible Hulk&lt;br /&gt;7. Narnia : Prince Caspian&lt;br /&gt;8. Wall- E&lt;br /&gt;9. Cloverfield&lt;br /&gt;10. Star Trek XI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure with Star Trek though, I'm not a big fan of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2109794482221374194-5131678877885908773?l=shangethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shangethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5131678877885908773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2109794482221374194&amp;postID=5131678877885908773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2109794482221374194/posts/default/5131678877885908773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2109794482221374194/posts/default/5131678877885908773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shangethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/10/top-10-movies-of-2008.html' title='TOP 10 MOVIES OF 2008'/><author><name>shange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159708288262037765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1048/862938340_688120504f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2109794482221374194.post-8182585766140820350</id><published>2007-10-25T08:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T08:53:24.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning still feeling tired. I think I need to replace my pillow since I have not been getting a good night's sleep for almost a week now. I went to bed last night bothered by something that came to mind when I received an SMS from a friend. Although there is not much to it but the paranoia in me keeps hounding me to draw conclusions that have not even materialized yet. Anyway, I want to forget it and ignore the "tragic" possibilities that I have imagined last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of reporting late for work today. I am a bit tired and my neck is still stiff. I'm just tired to go work and I want to take a vacation leave. But as it is, the situation at the workplace is sad. We're short of people and we're maximizing manpower  a bit more than the usual. I have to plan my leaves at least a month ahead. But it's not like I know when I want to take my leave a month before. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2109794482221374194-8182585766140820350?l=shangethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shangethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8182585766140820350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2109794482221374194&amp;postID=8182585766140820350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2109794482221374194/posts/default/8182585766140820350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2109794482221374194/posts/default/8182585766140820350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shangethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-woke-up-this-morning-still-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>shange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159708288262037765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1048/862938340_688120504f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2109794482221374194.post-6760221619614600742</id><published>2007-10-24T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T17:32:34.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was supposed to meet a friend today but it was canceled due to rainfall and he's got trouble getting here on time. This is my only day off during the week and I guess it's not bad staying home this time since I spend 90 % of my time at work. I'm a bit bored. My cellphone has been silent since lunch time. I think people are too tired to send text messages today.&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/2109794482221374194-6760221619614600742?l=shangethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shangethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6760221619614600742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2109794482221374194&amp;postID=6760221619614600742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2109794482221374194/posts/default/6760221619614600742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2109794482221374194/posts/default/6760221619614600742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shangethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/10/cold-wednesday.html' title='Cold Wednesday'/><author><name>shange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159708288262037765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1048/862938340_688120504f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2109794482221374194.post-3370964382075274595</id><published>2007-10-12T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T22:25:15.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationships</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My day started out early when I went to report for work at 6:30 this morning. I had a very nice plan laid out for the day. I imagined it to be very productive since I had lots of free time before crunch time, only to be disappointed later in the day to know that I have delayed work load again! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The mad dash at the retail store where I work was not expected, (well, forgive me for my indifference but I did not thought ahead of time.) I did not realize not until during the last minute that the end of the Ramadan was today. I could think of a lot of reasons and alibis for not doing what I should have done but my mind was preoccupied. And in the field where I am now, something like this is unforgivable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;How does things fall into place? Who decides what happens in the next minute? the next day? next week? next year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ME?&lt;/span&gt; I've been sitting alone earlier this evening only to realize that we think of ideals too much that we tend to neglect what is real. Sometimes when we notice other people's wrongs we tend to become radical and pass judgment without fail.  We slowly dissect the  person and do our own psychoanalysis on their situations.  But if we  take  a moment to think of  whatever it was we were about to say, we will realize that we see parts of ourselves and we become defensive especially when they mirror our own emotions and situations.&lt;br /&gt;Relationships can become hard work and a life long commitment. We get what we give. But how come sometimes we still feel it's unfair ? Why do we feel neglected? Perhaps, taken for granted? Indeed, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Men are from Mars and Women are from Venus.&lt;/span&gt; We are two separate worlds and there are only certain aspects where we connect. And truthfully, we disagree 90% of the time.  Given that love is one of the greatest mysteries in life, we still take the risk and experience it. No one can define it or even slightly describe it. It is such a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;big &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;word. It can move mountains, cross seas and can even walk a thousand miles. It can also leave you blind, hurt and broken.&lt;br /&gt;I've had a few relationships. My experience may not be enough basis for any conclusion I may have regarding it but I still have hope for a happy ending. Speaking of ideals, all fairy tales seem to end with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"...happily ever after." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Why have no one thought of adding what happened after they got married and lived together? The prospect of having kids was not even thought of... maybe that's why it's called a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;tale&lt;/span&gt;. It only made us &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; idealistic and made us expect for all things to be nice &amp;amp; good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wouldn't it become surreal then?&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/2109794482221374194-3370964382075274595?l=shangethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shangethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3370964382075274595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2109794482221374194&amp;postID=3370964382075274595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2109794482221374194/posts/default/3370964382075274595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2109794482221374194/posts/default/3370964382075274595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shangethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/10/relationships.html' title='Relationships'/><author><name>shange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159708288262037765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1048/862938340_688120504f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2109794482221374194.post-5439394812562025994</id><published>2007-10-02T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T18:55:40.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; That's the most number of hours I have rendered at work at one time. We had our annual inventory last night and it really drained me. It was awkward to lie down on three chairs lined up together to somehow resemble a flat elevated surface so I can rest my back and close my eyes for a while. I already expected a crazy morning considering that I was all alone handling things at our department. I tried to keep my eyes open while trying not to make errors during a cash count and while declaring accountabilities and remittances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was craving for coffee at 6:00 am, only to have it past 10:00 am. There was no hot water available and I was too tired to walk outside to buy coffee, at least I had saved P80  for waiting. But damn, it was bad waiting for that coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept looking at the wall clock. I was doing a countdown till 12 nn which means I can leave for home and have my much needed rest. Actually when I got home, I was not able to do so cause I had company with me, but it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have one more full day to spend tomorrow since it's my one day off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2109794482221374194-5439394812562025994?l=shangethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shangethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5439394812562025994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2109794482221374194&amp;postID=5439394812562025994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2109794482221374194/posts/default/5439394812562025994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2109794482221374194/posts/default/5439394812562025994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shangethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/10/24.html' title='24'/><author><name>shange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159708288262037765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1048/862938340_688120504f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2109794482221374194.post-459518615905460289</id><published>2007-09-13T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T22:34:36.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Point of No Return</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have I reached the point of no return where I can't take anything back? There are two possible scenarios here. Either I wallow in my pains, blame myself and secretly wish to have another chance to take back all the bad things that have happened OR take responsibility for all that has happened, move on and get a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When has sorry never been enough?&lt;/span&gt; I have always believed that we should never reach the point where we want to give up because we got tired of fighting for something. If we truly want it there should never come a time that we'll say that "we've had enough". I really don't know where to start. Everything happened so fast, I can barely remember everything. I was so much of a control freak that I forgot that people around me has their own way of expressing things that are totally different from mine. Burger has been telling me several times already that I have a tendency to go nuts in just a snap of a finger. He gets confused and doesn't know how to handle me and the situation that I have created. Most of the time, I talk in riddles and some times, I do not talk at all. I prefer to remain silent if I know that I will only be speaking non sense and end up saying things I will regret seconds after I mutter them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For whatever its worth, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm sorry. &lt;/span&gt;Sorry for the things I have and have not said. Sorry for the way I acted and sorry for giving a lame excuse for my behavior. You may not believe this but each time I remember behaving this way, I dread the aftermath. I know what's in it for me and even how hard I try I will still end up with nothing but my poor self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open your heart and try to understand. This is my prayer.&lt;br /&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/2109794482221374194-459518615905460289?l=shangethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shangethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/459518615905460289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2109794482221374194&amp;postID=459518615905460289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2109794482221374194/posts/default/459518615905460289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2109794482221374194/posts/default/459518615905460289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shangethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/09/point-of-no-return.html' title='Point of No Return'/><author><name>shange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159708288262037765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1048/862938340_688120504f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2109794482221374194.post-5806071003386051794</id><published>2007-09-12T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T00:16:42.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>September 10 : Manic Wet Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was still recovering from a bad night, trying to figure out what went wrong when I was met by a news that queues have already formed in the check out terminals where I work..(I work in retail). I figured everyone decided to shop on a Monday since the shop was not bearable the day before due to a scheduled power interruption. Ironically, the grocery store where I work is so cold during normal days and toooo warm during black outs. We have established that reputation already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected, during rainy days our office usually gets a little wet and wild. The draining pipes from the rooftop does not work well and the water usually ends up in our little office space. Last night was really bad, it was my first time to see the whole of Limketkai Ave. with strong currents of water occupying the whole area.. It was like we had a river beside the mall. The water was going too fast, the kids playing in it could hardly walk and ends up  sprawling. I was so mad for being so unprepared for unexpected events such as last night. I was so helpless I called my father to come pick me up. I looked like a little kitten sitting on the ground by the car park waiting for a miracle to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to work today was hot and dusty. The remains of the flood last night was all dried up in the highway and cleaning up the area was on everyone's top priority. But guess what, at around 3 pm the skies turned dark once again and started raining cats &amp;amp; dogs. And on goes the same thing, with me still unprepared. I guess I never learn.&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/2109794482221374194-5806071003386051794?l=shangethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shangethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5806071003386051794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2109794482221374194&amp;postID=5806071003386051794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2109794482221374194/posts/default/5806071003386051794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2109794482221374194/posts/default/5806071003386051794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shangethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/09/september-10-manic-wet-monday.html' title='September 10 : Manic Wet Monday'/><author><name>shange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159708288262037765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1048/862938340_688120504f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2109794482221374194.post-6096108087174665150</id><published>2007-08-18T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T23:10:53.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Standstill</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've been off the past couple of days. Nothing seems to go right with my relationships. I am beginning to feel insecure with the idea that I may never be able to find real happiness at this time. All along I thought everything was okay but it hit me right in my face when I realized where everything is headed. I am now at a standstill waiting for whatever it is that is coming my way. It resembles the calm before a storm. I do not know how I will be able to handle everything at once but this time, I have to compromise and decide which I value more. I thought I already grew up, but I guess I have not. I have a lot to learn and I have a lot to see. I get so emotional too much that I always think of things even before they happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Relationships really takes hard work. Ideally, there should be no effort in making someone feel loved because it is supposed to be unconditional. When true, it surpasses all reason and leads you to perfect bliss. I have read hundreds of romance novels, all telling one thing, it is that true love does exist. But how to find yours is the biggest challenge. All of us have experienced, at one time or another, that we felt we have found the ONE but as time goes on we question ourselves if WE ever did find it. Once we start asking, we also start looking around us searching for answers or reasons that may pass as a scapegoat for whatever it is that we want to get away with. We are blinded by our ideals that we tend to expect more from others when in fact, expectations leads to disappointments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing all this because I need to. I cannot express as much when I speak and yet I've been wanting to. I guess I'll never get the chance.&lt;br /&gt;I will fight for this one, even though I know it will hurt like hell. But at least I can still get up, nurse my wounds and say that it was worth it. After all, loving is unconditional. I love too much. If this was punishable by law, I would have been sentenced for Life.&lt;br /&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/2109794482221374194-6096108087174665150?l=shangethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shangethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6096108087174665150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2109794482221374194&amp;postID=6096108087174665150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2109794482221374194/posts/default/6096108087174665150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2109794482221374194/posts/default/6096108087174665150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shangethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/08/standstill.html' title='Standstill'/><author><name>shange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159708288262037765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1048/862938340_688120504f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2109794482221374194.post-5033574183949930302</id><published>2007-07-11T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T22:10:29.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, July 11th</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My day didn't start out right when I burned the milk fish I was cooking for breakfast and ended up not eating at all. I had breakfast at work and got so pissed when I came in a minute late. I guess I did not have enough sleep last night since I dozed off between Liceo University and UCCP Church on my way to work.&lt;br /&gt;I tried not to think about my mishap and concentrated on the job at hand. I got all my pending papers done today and will concentrate on another report tomorrow. I also had fun during my lunch break when Jane and me went to our sister BU to look for a certain shade of eyeshadow. Instead, we had a free lesson on how to apply make up, and had a little bit of make over to top it. I have to admit, I looked way better when it was done. Cosmetics used will total up 5,000 pesos more or less.. Just way over my budget! Vanity sucks.. but it still nags each and everyone of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2109794482221374194-5033574183949930302?l=shangethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shangethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5033574183949930302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2109794482221374194&amp;postID=5033574183949930302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2109794482221374194/posts/default/5033574183949930302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2109794482221374194/posts/default/5033574183949930302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shangethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/07/wednesday-july-11th.html' title='Wednesday, July 11th'/><author><name>shange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159708288262037765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1048/862938340_688120504f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2109794482221374194.post-1792264100301541817</id><published>2007-07-03T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T00:23:54.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Z z z z z Z z  z...</title><content type='html'>Today was a sample of what the next two months will be like for me in the workplace. I stayed for 13 hours at the job and still felt unsatisfied with my work before I left for home. I still had pending papers &amp; reports waiting to be filled and submitted. It is not usually like this but this is inevitable. Two of my colleagues are on maternity leave or on leave for maternity related issues.  I had neck &amp;amp; back pains, and my fuse was so short, I blow off at just about the slightest mistake I notice. I feel sorry for my subordinates as they bear my grouchy state and will have to bear the same for the next couple of months. I don't really complain with the workload, in fact I am up to facing the challenge of making things happen. I'm just trifle worried of the consequences of these long hours and constant pressure to me and my life.&lt;br /&gt;I'm seeing more episodes of staring into blank space, more scolding for my subordinates and more grunts for me in return. I feel that I may lose the human touch in leading the team. I may become so technical that I will lose heart and in turn make everything around me seem lifeless and dry. I have always been the kind to mingle and interact but recently I have been keeping my distance, for obvious reasons that I may have a hard time in identifying where the thin line is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom line is, I got tired today. But not so freaking tired since I am still awake and able to write this. But still, tired.&lt;br /&gt;I'm dozing off now.. nyt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2109794482221374194-1792264100301541817?l=shangethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shangethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1792264100301541817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2109794482221374194&amp;postID=1792264100301541817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2109794482221374194/posts/default/1792264100301541817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2109794482221374194/posts/default/1792264100301541817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shangethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/07/z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z.html' title='Z z z z z Z z  z...'/><author><name>shange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159708288262037765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1048/862938340_688120504f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2109794482221374194.post-6696013386892441954</id><published>2007-06-24T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T23:45:39.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday : June 24, 2007 (Blue Sunday)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I woke up late this morning and intentionally did not go to church with my family to get another hour of sleep. As my way of apologizing and redeeming my bad behavior, I cleaned the house and cooked rice...hehe! Anyway, I feel terribly sad today. I cannot identify why I'm particularly feeling down, this may be because the rainy season is here and cold lonely nights are here once again.&lt;br /&gt;I went to work today with no plans in mind. Except for my usual routine which has become so monotonous, I finished all my tasks today with a full hour ahead of schedule. I was able to do more things but I still felt sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I've been planning on taking a vacation. At least a couple of days away from work. I hope to relax and just be carefree for at least two to three days. But the two days seems to be so far away. I am running out of time because if I cannot take this two days off, I may not be able to take some time off for the next two months! Two of my friends are giving birth with only one month apart from each other. Btw, my friends are very productive. Many are expecting and a couple more will be giving birth late this year and some early next year. Everyone was  suddenly excited in this new phase in their lives and are too eager to take part in the greatest miracle called life. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 11:55 pm and Sunday is almost over. I guess I'll doze off and dream of something nice.&lt;br /&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/2109794482221374194-6696013386892441954?l=shangethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shangethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6696013386892441954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2109794482221374194&amp;postID=6696013386892441954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2109794482221374194/posts/default/6696013386892441954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2109794482221374194/posts/default/6696013386892441954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shangethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/06/sunday-june-24-2007-blue-sunday.html' title='Sunday : June 24, 2007 (Blue Sunday)'/><author><name>shange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159708288262037765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1048/862938340_688120504f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2109794482221374194.post-6957156928582698910</id><published>2007-06-22T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T23:15:38.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>June 21 &amp; 22: Restless Nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was raining hard when I went home today. It was difficult to find a ride home so I chose to take a cab instead and decided to cut on my expenses some other day. I would have been scared if I was the one behind the wheel, the roads were barely visible and traffic was bad. Everyone wanted to go home at the same time. I finally arrived home and got myself only a little wet during my short walk from the cab to our gate. I was tired and a bit hungry. I settled for the Slers Chicharon my mother brought home and went to sleep after a couple of hours.&lt;br /&gt;Sometime around early dawn, I found myself waking up twice because I was feeling sick. It seemed like I was drunk and wanted to be sick to relieve myself. I tossed and turned and decided to get back to sleep and finally woke up around 8 am.&lt;br /&gt;I took my time preparing for work since it won't be busy today. Although, it's Friday,  I guess people got tired of grocery shopping and decided to do it some other day. (I work in retail by the way). I went to home with rainy skies once again but a bit tolerable than last night. Still, a cold &amp;amp; restless night.&lt;br /&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/2109794482221374194-6957156928582698910?l=shangethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shangethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6957156928582698910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2109794482221374194&amp;postID=6957156928582698910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2109794482221374194/posts/default/6957156928582698910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2109794482221374194/posts/default/6957156928582698910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shangethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/06/june-21-22-restless-nights.html' title='June 21 &amp; 22: Restless Nights'/><author><name>shange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159708288262037765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1048/862938340_688120504f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
