<?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-38433683</id><updated>2012-01-20T20:21:14.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puckering Time</title><subtitle type='html'>It's now or never.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>104</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-6987801569637399380</id><published>2007-11-08T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T12:49:52.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ArriverderLa!</title><summary type='text'>I would have to perform euthanasia on this blog because:1) It's badly maintained;2) I'm busy;3) There are no readers;4) It has gone suicidal for the past few weeks, and I have to restrain it from taking the noose seriously; and5) I tried reading my previous posts and I conclude that my life is dull, boring, and a little less than impotent when viewed in black and white.Meanwhile, you can continue</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/6987801569637399380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=6987801569637399380&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/6987801569637399380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/6987801569637399380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/11/arriverderla.html' title='ArriverderLa!'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-6079134053654748067</id><published>2007-10-30T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T09:23:45.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Defibrillated</title><summary type='text'>You may have wondered, took a long arduous wait, asked a few colleagues, and may have actually inquired hospital morgues and funeral parlors. While 0.009% of the total number of readers of this blog strained themselves until they finally raised their hands, shut their computers down, and surrendered altogether because all efforts seem to be futile, I, on the other hand, enjoyed my writing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/6079134053654748067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=6079134053654748067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/6079134053654748067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/6079134053654748067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/10/defibrillated.html' title='Defibrillated'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-6735632156465019152</id><published>2007-10-19T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T18:54:21.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morons</title><summary type='text'>Yes, I did it! A month without a post! This is self-fulfillment to the exponential level!***No, the bomb/LPG did not get me. I wasn't even at Glorietta today, and I haven't been to the place for a longish time because I now take a different route going home. This afternoon while I was trying to lose consciousness my eardrums were disturbed by a phone ring. It was mine. My sister was trying to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/6735632156465019152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=6735632156465019152&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/6735632156465019152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/6735632156465019152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/10/morons.html' title='Morons'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-6358541779883139638</id><published>2007-09-19T08:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T08:43:21.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Akimbo</title><summary type='text'>Barely a few weeks ago while my dad and I were driving our way home, and tuned in to DZMM’s broadcast of TV Patrol World, I heard this news about him. When his name was mentioned it reverberated inside my head and my brain immediately scanned through the pages of my memory bank, leafing every single folio of the names of casual acquaintances I’ve met in three years of my stay in UP. Unfortunately</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/6358541779883139638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=6358541779883139638&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/6358541779883139638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/6358541779883139638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/09/akimbo.html' title='Akimbo'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Vnq3fH4kWno/RvBtXuylkUI/AAAAAAAAAI0/P3MkzhjEORs/s72-c/DSC00001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-6241633884217116945</id><published>2007-09-11T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T22:24:31.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty from a Greek POV</title><summary type='text'>A few hours ago at Starbucks Mall of Asia I had a philosophical chitchat with a Greek. Despite the presence of the creepy word philosophical, it wasn’t what most people would describe as hemorrhagic with gushing torrents of blood pouring out of every possible opening in their bodies. Greek guy was tall roughly around six feet, has light green pupils, pointy nose, and a receding hair line. He wore</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/6241633884217116945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=6241633884217116945&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/6241633884217116945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/6241633884217116945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/09/beauty-from-greek-pov.html' title='Beauty from a Greek POV'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-7810435341975986333</id><published>2007-09-01T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T22:56:42.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on with more of...</title><summary type='text'>Okay, just some clarifications. I went on a limbo not because I’m experiencing some kind of personal dilemma whateverthatmeans thing because if I really were maggots and all sorts of vile icky creatures would’ve been enjoying a smorgasbord by now, but you’re reading this so I would most certainly say that I can pass for normal. I just wanted a break. Specifically, a more peaceful hiatus (Blecch! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/7810435341975986333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=7810435341975986333&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/7810435341975986333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/7810435341975986333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/09/moving-on-with-more-of.html' title='Moving on with more of...'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-7324122200035552928</id><published>2007-08-18T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T20:06:16.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOA</title><summary type='text'>I’d be going on an indefinite leave of absence. For several days I’ve been so pissed off with my life, so bored out of my f***ing skull that I occasionally wished that I’d just fling myself upon an onrushing vehicle. Or something like it to the point that I’m beginning to lose my conscious will and full conviction to blog about…anything.    Be back when I’m damn ready.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/7324122200035552928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=7324122200035552928&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/7324122200035552928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/7324122200035552928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/08/loa.html' title='LOA'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-4208850182365077226</id><published>2007-08-16T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T17:50:24.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 5 Gruesome People I Meet Everyday</title><summary type='text'> Accounts of five generic types of human beings I encounter on an almost daily basis - and I don't have to be in hell. I hope you’re not one of them.    1. Those people who, in the early hours of the morning, stink like hell and have the gall to raise their armpits of death in public.  If you commute going to school or work, you’d probably agree that these creatures really exist. They would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/4208850182365077226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=4208850182365077226&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/4208850182365077226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/4208850182365077226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/08/5-gruesome-people-i-meet-everyday.html' title='The 5 Gruesome People I Meet Everyday'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Vnq3fH4kWno/RsQdPAk06ZI/AAAAAAAAAIk/0xkR0I4Wo4k/s72-c/skunky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-4008022569352524557</id><published>2007-08-13T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T19:36:05.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pestilential ickiness</title><summary type='text'> Rats. I hate rats. Which is not to say that I freak out whenever I see them, but I loathe them with a passion. Those disgusting filthy vermins really need to be annihilated like cockroaches, although I much prefer roaches because in just one swing of a hand together with a powerful 1,000 Newtons of robust masculine force those critters could immediately enter a state of nonexistence. Rats need </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/4008022569352524557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=4008022569352524557&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/4008022569352524557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/4008022569352524557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/08/pestilential-ickiness.html' title='Pestilential ickiness'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Vnq3fH4kWno/RsBCCNtnU1I/AAAAAAAAAIc/znfaypa3lj8/s72-c/eeewwww.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-1587719863403282909</id><published>2007-08-08T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T20:55:07.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The word How.</title><summary type='text'>  Hey, it’s August, and do you know what it means?    Like, hello. Although we don’t actually feel it, it’s the Buwan ng Wika thing here in the PI. Aren’t you glad about it? You’re so mean (in Poveda school girl tone). The Philippines is so exotic it’s the only country that celebrates the existence of its vernacular language. Isn’t that amazing? We observe this kind of nonsensical event to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/1587719863403282909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=1587719863403282909&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/1587719863403282909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/1587719863403282909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/08/word-how.html' title='The word How.'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Vnq3fH4kWno/RrmtTNtnU0I/AAAAAAAAAIU/8J4Nb-7sC88/s72-c/eskimooo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-5277411494868320352</id><published>2007-08-03T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T21:51:56.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Polygonous Orientation of Irony</title><summary type='text'>This is Greenbelt.Is it really the Triangle North of Makati, or Manila? A couple of friends insisted on Manila, and I insisted on Makati. I’m very certain that it really is Makati. They’re very convinced that it really is Manila. I checked Wikipedia, and they defined TriNoma as “blahblahblah of Manila.” But no, I will not be shaken from my belief. No amount of persuasion can reverse my thoughts. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/5277411494868320352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=5277411494868320352&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/5277411494868320352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/5277411494868320352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-is-greenbelt.html' title='Polygonous Orientation of Irony'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Vnq3fH4kWno/RrMy0z5CpkI/AAAAAAAAAIM/i_ZKCpQ85LQ/s72-c/GBwalkway.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-2273205697009662343</id><published>2007-08-01T08:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T09:07:07.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>McJolly</title><summary type='text'>Guess where I snatched the title.     &lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt; Since funds were running low I took a bus plying the route to Alabang from Makati yesterday afternoon. As usual nothing so glaring ever happened during the 30-minute drive except that my seatmate who happened to be a girl in her early twenties probably, kept on munching French fries swimming in deep vats of ketchup</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/2273205697009662343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=2273205697009662343&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/2273205697009662343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/2273205697009662343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/08/mcjolly.html' title='McJolly'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Vnq3fH4kWno/Rq_bET5CpiI/AAAAAAAAAH8/D_N3c4raWZ0/s72-c/eeek%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-6502419277264703800</id><published>2007-07-28T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T21:05:41.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong gramming. Wrong pronounce.</title><summary type='text'>  With the mushrooming of call centers in almost every possible rentable space in the metro, there is no doubt that most of the job-seekers nowadays would want to enter such a career. One must be really sure with full conviction that he will “work for a company unlike any other because [he] is not like everybody else.” I personally find this bit of statement reeking with irony and absurdity. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/6502419277264703800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=6502419277264703800&amp;isPopup=true' title='43 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/6502419277264703800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/6502419277264703800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/07/wrong-gramming-wrong-pronounce.html' title='Wrong gramming. Wrong pronounce.'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Vnq3fH4kWno/Rqs9TD5CphI/AAAAAAAAAH0/X4YdZ35BpAg/s72-c/charmed.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-6960133620471158813</id><published>2007-07-24T23:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T21:52:52.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boordom</title><summary type='text'>"Boredom kills more relationships than any number of toothpaste tubes squeezed at the wrong end." - Jessica Zafra, Chicken Pox for the Soul. No, I’m not pining for attention. That remorseful idea didn’t even surface until some asshole brilliantly enlightened me with remarkable exuberance that I am indeed craving for attention. Attention from what, I have no idea. But my tact proved unnecessary </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/6960133620471158813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=6960133620471158813&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/6960133620471158813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/6960133620471158813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/07/boordom.html' title='Boordom'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-6374767174987199574</id><published>2007-07-21T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T22:52:41.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Deathly Callous</title><summary type='text'> Harry Potter 7 is now out. So?    I was never curious about Harry Potter. For some reason or so ever since the first book went to circulation and the first movie which happened to a blockbuster hit a couple of years ago, I did not feel a sense of responsibility or whatsoever to know what the commotion was all about. I am very proud to say that I haven’t seen any of the HP movies, and haven’t </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/6374767174987199574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=6374767174987199574&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/6374767174987199574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/6374767174987199574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/07/deathly-callous.html' title='The Deathly Callous'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Vnq3fH4kWno/RqIcj1AjeoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Vn6ttm90aYg/s72-c/harry_potter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-8391006509872364577</id><published>2007-07-19T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T21:51:12.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Primetime MRT flick</title><summary type='text'>  It was around half past four in the afternoon. Standing inside the second coach of the MRT bound to Taft   Avenue, I was trying to keep my balance for the train kept on swaying. I’m definitely not a klutzy person, but the rocking was a little violent that my hands almost slipped from the handrails – it’s a good thing that my traction kept me in place or else people would’ve seen me do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/8391006509872364577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=8391006509872364577&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/8391006509872364577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/8391006509872364577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/07/primetime-mrt-flick.html' title='Primetime MRT flick'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Vnq3fH4kWno/Rp9qDKRtIGI/AAAAAAAAAHM/RvVCL5G3zoQ/s72-c/Peeping+Tom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-159520125858054457</id><published>2007-07-15T19:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T19:33:45.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*ubo* ... *singhot*</title><summary type='text'>  Colds. I just hate catching it, or should I say being inflicted with it. For one I couldn’t function very well because I have to watch for my nose full of icky snot that cannot resist the pull of gravity; two, my throat swells like hell, and it itches so terribly, man; three, my olfactory sense suddenly becomes non-apparent due to uber-gooey viscous muck blocking my airways, and my predilection</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/159520125858054457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=159520125858054457&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/159520125858054457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/159520125858054457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/07/ubo-singhot.html' title='*ubo* ... *singhot*'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Vnq3fH4kWno/RpoF0aRtIFI/AAAAAAAAAHE/2Pm5vAowoAE/s72-c/aaachoo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-3934249276820148044</id><published>2007-07-13T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T22:04:23.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Existential vacuum</title><summary type='text'>  Could somebody please tell me why I feel so drained whenever Kapamilya Deal or No Deal is on TV? It bothers the hell out of me.    The only period of time I could sit in front of my PC is during the evening, and unfortunately the computer is juxtaposed to the television set, and I still have to let that program of exaggerated creatures finish off. (Probably they're postmodernists as the players</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/3934249276820148044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=3934249276820148044&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/3934249276820148044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/3934249276820148044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/07/existential-vacuum.html' title='Existential vacuum'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Vnq3fH4kWno/RpeGJaRtICI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Q4w1cfmgnvo/s72-c/dealornodeal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-2577644612226202449</id><published>2007-07-10T17:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T18:03:16.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manic-depressive Monday</title><summary type='text'>I am a very punctual person. As much as possible, I see to it that I arrive at my destination at least 30 minutes earlier than projected. Unlike others who are afflicted with a severe case of chronic tardiness, I seldom get lagged behind schedule. I don’t know, I’ve been like this since the time being. (I’ve probably assimilated this from my parents.) For instance, during the iBlog3 event last 14</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/2577644612226202449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=2577644612226202449&amp;isPopup=true' title='70 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/2577644612226202449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/2577644612226202449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/07/manic-depressive-monday.html' title='Manic-depressive Monday'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Vnq3fH4kWno/RpNW0XE7_jI/AAAAAAAAAGc/-0LcSQu5mHs/s72-c/la+photo%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>70</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-3275551064412112167</id><published>2007-07-06T20:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T20:46:18.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweat and toil(et)</title><summary type='text'> My friend Tim and I used to spend luxurious lapses of time in Makati and do some food tripping at several affordable restaurants. This afternoon we went to SM Mall of Asia. At Starbucks we were greeted by a welcoming committee of crews which was good because I tend not to revisit a coffee shop if the personnel are so grouchy, as if they non-verbally address to me their low compensation from the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/3275551064412112167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=3275551064412112167&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/3275551064412112167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/3275551064412112167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/07/sweat-and-toilet.html' title='Sweat and toil(et)'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Vnq3fH4kWno/Ro45WXE7_iI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dux-cnlFGe4/s72-c/Image377.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-652612898118054770</id><published>2007-07-03T18:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T18:57:32.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's something I still have to figure out.</title><summary type='text'>  Some of you may be harboring delusions that I am a writer. I am most definitely not a writer. You have to believe me. You have probably read some of my posts in this blog, and have actually clicked on the Post a Comment link or have made a glorious decision to hit the Close button altogether because I have cut you short of all the goodness in life from my frequent blah state which I translate </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/652612898118054770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=652612898118054770&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/652612898118054770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/652612898118054770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-something-i-still-have-to-figure_03.html' title='It&apos;s something I still have to figure out.'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Vnq3fH4kWno/Roop7nE7_hI/AAAAAAAAAGI/nyU66fUww4Q/s72-c/pens.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-3682744849354101895</id><published>2007-06-29T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T23:31:28.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The pretentious vs. The portentous</title><summary type='text'>Let's all get real. No matter how gorgeous or silly people seem to be in front of national television, screaming and wailing and smirking and boogering and whatever, it's just one crappy idiotic program. Haven't you noticed anything suspicious? Even in the first editions of the shitload, one can easily notice it, if you are a keen observer. Those people claim that they act so "naturally" that the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/3682744849354101895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=3682744849354101895&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/3682744849354101895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/3682744849354101895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/06/pretentious-vs-portentous.html' title='The pretentious vs. The portentous'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-6459336439276509464</id><published>2007-06-26T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T22:13:04.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pornucopia</title><summary type='text'>I am all for freedom of speech. And for this I will talk about the reason why I almost brought forth the Great Tribulation in my household. The culprit of the seemingly innocuous offense that most people put into test during times of idleness. That little piece of stretchable thingy which had been said to fit all thinkable mass and bulk – talk about free sizing. Yes, the one thing that people </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/6459336439276509464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=6459336439276509464&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/6459336439276509464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/6459336439276509464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/06/pornucopia.html' title='Pornucopia'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Vnq3fH4kWno/RoEeGUWr9TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ylBfLeI0a6c/s72-c/condoms.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-1907821225018341481</id><published>2007-06-23T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T20:21:21.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Backstabber!</title><summary type='text'>I'm taking up Geography as my general education (GE) subject this semester. Funny, I don't even see the connection of me being a Communication major, and “the study of the location and distribution of living things and the earth features among which they live.” (World Book Encyclopedia) For those who can’t relate, in UP, due to the advocacy of academic freedom, a student can choose his own course</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/1907821225018341481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=1907821225018341481&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/1907821225018341481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/1907821225018341481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/06/backstabber.html' title='Backstabber!'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Vnq3fH4kWno/Rn0QEUWr9SI/AAAAAAAAAF4/wrl3dPgDlQM/s72-c/nosepicker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-1576785542201451949</id><published>2007-06-19T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T19:12:29.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being myself, perhaps.</title><summary type='text'> My mind was not in a very terrific shape a few days ago – I might have left parts of it somewhere during the course of our spontaneous traveling to different itineraries, or maybe I have misplaced a figment of my pink runny organ in someone else’s pockets. I also feel slightly disoriented, having been exposed to different levels of boredom that led me to engage myself and another human being of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/1576785542201451949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=1576785542201451949&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/1576785542201451949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/1576785542201451949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/06/being-myself-perhaps.html' title='Being myself, perhaps.'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Vnq3fH4kWno/Rne4KUWr9OI/AAAAAAAAAFY/GgANzQTxAuU/s72-c/fart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-5159333527923142623</id><published>2007-06-15T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T21:41:34.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dingdingdingding!</title><summary type='text'>A - 1 pointB - 2 pointsC - 3 pointsD - 4 points39 out of 48 points. Jhed, you won for yourself P500 worth of Starbucks gift certificate. I know you can afford to treat yourself more than what the GC could offer, but don't you like freebies?Please email your contact details at icebucks@radio.fm as soon as possible so I could have it couriered by next week.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/5159333527923142623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=5159333527923142623&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/5159333527923142623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/5159333527923142623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/06/dingdingdingding.html' title='Dingdingdingding!'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-3753334053990954786</id><published>2007-06-11T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T15:46:59.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More than being igneous</title><summary type='text'>Kids, when your parents start giving you lectures on how they work so hard to the bone in order to give you allowances for you to splurge on gold-plated slippers, expensive caffeine fixes, designer clothes unknown to the whole population, and beverages that effectively pickle your livers, don’t ignore them.Just don’t.I am not yet a parent but I just feel like I am going to be one soon.Life is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/3753334053990954786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=3753334053990954786&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/3753334053990954786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/3753334053990954786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/06/more-than-being-igneous.html' title='More than being igneous'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Vnq3fH4kWno/Rmz9jUWr9NI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7D3c7F5vUIg/s72-c/Picture03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-345055954141098579</id><published>2007-06-08T22:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T22:13:49.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buddy</title><summary type='text'>Friend. As that sickening quotation metaphorically puts it, No man is an island – unless, of course, you’re a hermit who has found solace having conversed with Mother Nature, and inhabits the most conducive places for solitary residency, the mountains and the caves. I could always have hysterical conversations with people who I barely have an inkling about and become friends with them, but I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/345055954141098579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=345055954141098579&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/345055954141098579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/345055954141098579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/06/buddy.html' title='Buddy'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Vnq3fH4kWno/Rmlj1EWr9MI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Kpj4Mo2sH2U/s72-c/cownchicken.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-9126507337339265709</id><published>2007-06-04T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T22:32:05.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad memory</title><summary type='text'>One week!I seldom talk about my so-called luuuv life, and this is one of those fatal attempts at putting this figment of my existence in black and white. I have tried making write-ups in the past but occasionally I find myself hitting CTRL+A simultaneously and my index finger flying to the Delete key (or Backspace). I just find it gagging to share something about my grubby affairs with my, uh, ex</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/9126507337339265709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=9126507337339265709&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/9126507337339265709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/9126507337339265709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/06/bad-memory.html' title='Bad memory'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-2044241815299010975</id><published>2007-05-28T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T21:59:58.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5.</title><summary type='text'> It has been more than three months since a prominent radio station left the airwaves and was replaced by an entirely different format in which one is more or less likely to think whether he had dialed the tuner correctly or he already needs to replace his mini hi-fi system because it is strangely receiving transmission signals from a distant planet. Unlike those truly enlightened beings who can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/2044241815299010975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=2044241815299010975&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/2044241815299010975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/2044241815299010975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/05/check-1-2-3-4-5.html' title='Check. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5.'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Vnq3fH4kWno/RlrgJopu3VI/AAAAAAAAAFA/zcWQah3HUH4/s72-c/bc.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-1011154793370552896</id><published>2007-05-24T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T11:29:21.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kape Beentah</title><summary type='text'>I think I just had an overdose of caffeine. I have this overwhelming belief that I just did.Early this morning I had this misguided attempt to prepare my own coffee. As I have mentioned in previous posts my day wouldn’t be complete without the said beverage, and whenever I’m deprived of the substance I freak out. I know I’m a freak to begin with, and I don’t need somebody to assert that point, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/1011154793370552896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=1011154793370552896&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/1011154793370552896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/1011154793370552896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/05/kape-beentah.html' title='Kape Beentah'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Vnq3fH4kWno/RlUGYYpu3UI/AAAAAAAAAE4/4Sd6blrxzww/s72-c/coffeecough.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-1746102510655069637</id><published>2007-05-16T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T11:10:35.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The caller from Hell, i.e. Me</title><summary type='text'>I’ve been keeping this bit of angst in me for almost a week now. It’s not the usual “I hate myself, and I want to die” mode; more likely, it’s “I hate people, and I want them to die.” Call me a morbid person but there are certain things in life that I couldn’t let to pass without professing my rage.A week ago I was having problems with my ISP. Because I’m a fan of dial-up connections I decided to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/1746102510655069637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=1746102510655069637&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/1746102510655069637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/1746102510655069637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/05/caller-from-hell-ie-me.html' title='The caller from Hell, i.e. Me'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-3823066740647915469</id><published>2007-05-08T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T23:44:11.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"...to utilize proper utilization..."</title><summary type='text'>Guess who said that line. (Note: This would be quite long.)There’s nothing more like being entertained by a bunch of creeps on national television. How shall I describe it. All that I know is that I’m so amused with every inch of my body that I nearly burst an artery. No, I did not spend my time watching people cavorting to and fro in the flying trapeze, although I have to admit that the feeling </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/3823066740647915469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=3823066740647915469&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/3823066740647915469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/3823066740647915469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/05/to-utilize-proper-utilization.html' title='&quot;...to utilize proper utilization...&quot;'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Vnq3fH4kWno/RkCaT3TRQhI/AAAAAAAAAEo/47zd8VAQX-c/s72-c/trash_full.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-6373426026491768197</id><published>2007-05-04T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T11:49:42.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Their own survival kits</title><summary type='text'> Still in slight fever slash sore throat mode, I decided to accompany my sister for her hair fix yesterday. I didn’t mind my being sick because I have this belief that if I ignored the negative vibes that attempt to overthrow me, they’ll all go away without me knowing it. So I dressed up and headed to Going Straight Salon.Upon arrival at the salon there were exactly five people having the same </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/6373426026491768197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=6373426026491768197&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/6373426026491768197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/6373426026491768197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/05/their-own-survival-kits.html' title='Their own survival kits'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Vnq3fH4kWno/RjqbMnTRQgI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Pg17gNRTR4s/s72-c/sha0128l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-8799179004738151512</id><published>2007-05-02T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T12:03:23.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stamp this posthaste.</title><summary type='text'>And so I hereby eat my words. I said that I'd be on a vacation and yet I have this post. I don't have so much to explain, but let me just say that I am afflicted with my favorite disease of all time, sore throat. It really hurts. And I'm feverish.Our first destination flopped, we're now down to our next itinerary, i.e. Batangas. Meanwhile, I do hope things would get better including my throat </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/8799179004738151512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=8799179004738151512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/8799179004738151512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/8799179004738151512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/05/stamp-this-posthaste.html' title='Stamp this posthaste.'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-7633105887672955960</id><published>2007-04-27T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T00:07:53.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>X-hour break time</title><summary type='text'>For the past weeks I’ve been the busiest person inside the house, doing a very daunting task called bumming. My usual morning begins at around 7 am then after doing some morning ritual inside the bathroom I proceed to start guzzling coffee alongside switching on the radio for my daily dose of no-nonsense comic attacks thanks to Nicolehyala and Chris Tsuper after which breakfast would be served, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/7633105887672955960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=7633105887672955960&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/7633105887672955960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/7633105887672955960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/04/x-hour-break-time.html' title='X-hour break time'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Vnq3fH4kWno/RjIbnXTRQeI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-Bn_HO5W_4A/s72-c/Picture007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-7612473302448798126</id><published>2007-04-25T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T15:25:09.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm half-full. Who's empty?</title><summary type='text'>This afternoon at Starbucks ATC over a Tall Mango juice I overheard two young ladies talking about some famous brands of perfume they canvassed at RusTan’s. Pardon me for jumping in but I did not mean to eavesdrop their conversation. So there they were, blabbering on stuff that sounded so intellectual but pointless anyway.Lady 1: “Before ko siguro bayaran yung sa credit card, I’ll buy that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/7612473302448798126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=7612473302448798126&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/7612473302448798126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/7612473302448798126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-half-full-whos-empty.html' title='I&apos;m half-full. Who&apos;s empty?'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Vnq3fH4kWno/Ri7_eXTRQcI/AAAAAAAAAEA/OdQSm-2QagU/s72-c/DSC00323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-2014963106776095143</id><published>2007-04-23T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T10:23:41.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The horde of voyagers</title><summary type='text'>1. Unless yours is an uber extended clan, refrain from bringing an uber humongous vehicle if your household consists of only four members plus a helper. (Mine does not set a good example to the society. Don’t follow.)2. There is no such thing as benevolence when parking area is concerned. When you see it, you floor the gas, and then immediately set the shift stick to Park. Don’t forget to pull </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/2014963106776095143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=2014963106776095143&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/2014963106776095143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/2014963106776095143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/04/horde-of-voyagers.html' title='The horde of voyagers'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Vnq3fH4kWno/RiwYGb8K8SI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Niyg_3vJ0Js/s72-c/Image(16).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-4742995246950009758</id><published>2007-04-21T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T18:58:56.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SuperPop!</title><summary type='text'>I was never his fan. Well, sort of. I have always believed that befriending him would be the silliest idea of all, and this belief of mine hasn’t failed me. From the day he decided not to leave home for good and up to this very moment I still have lingering doubts as to the concept of friendship sparking in mid air. Every time I see him I want to become a priest, and I have always loathed his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/4742995246950009758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=4742995246950009758&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/4742995246950009758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/4742995246950009758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/04/superpop.html' title='SuperPop!'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Vnq3fH4kWno/RinuIb8K8RI/AAAAAAAAADw/OV2cFDGxKXw/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-8307291218167578135</id><published>2007-04-19T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T23:21:46.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cine</title><summary type='text'>Movies. Hmmm. The last movie I saw on the big screen was The Grudge 2, Japanese version. I'm not kidding. Then I was required to watch a feminist movie at Shangri-La, and I'd proudly announce that I went to see Ang Tanging Ina. Come on, I need you to laugh - do I have to tickle you? But since I was tagged by Jhed, and I'm a fine one to talk to, I'd share a little bit of my choices according to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/8307291218167578135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=8307291218167578135&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/8307291218167578135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/8307291218167578135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/04/cine.html' title='Cine'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-1882723257755090727</id><published>2007-04-18T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T10:05:22.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sngooorrrrk!</title><summary type='text'>As Friedrich Nietzsche so cleverly put it, You perfect the art of sleep by staying awake. There’s nothing more like catching very serious z’s. Why, it’s the only leisure I could afford to have on a daily basis, and it’s for free. Aside from deadly schedules which I have to religiously track down, nothing can hinder me from gluing myself to my pillows. And since it’s already vacation time I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/1882723257755090727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=1882723257755090727&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/1882723257755090727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/1882723257755090727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/04/sngooorrrrk.html' title='Sngooorrrrk!'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-5612195727602246965</id><published>2007-04-16T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T22:46:34.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ito B.I., ito Bi"</title><summary type='text'>There were at least three words that came up during the iBlog3 that caught my attention and became my favorites. As a Speech Communication major I can’t help but notice peculiarities, especially in pronunciation.1. Organization n. a group of persons united for some purpose2. Reputable adj. having a good reputation; well thought of; respectable3. Content n. what is contained in anything; what is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/5612195727602246965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=5612195727602246965&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/5612195727602246965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/5612195727602246965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/04/ito-bi-ito-bi.html' title='&quot;Ito B.I., ito Bi&quot;'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-2791007415699617546</id><published>2007-04-16T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T11:35:23.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TDTW, 2</title><summary type='text'>0925: A moderator called our attention telling us that the program’s already started. We entered the SE Aud, find ourselves seats, and tried to listen to Abe Olandres. I’ve been hearing his name for quite some time, but honestly I haven’t read him yet. I’m also wondering whether he was the one mentioned in Twisted 1, with a son named Jeff. I guess a lot of guys are named Abe so there’s one in a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/2791007415699617546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=2791007415699617546&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/2791007415699617546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/2791007415699617546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/04/tdtw-2.html' title='TDTW, 2'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-7474206647022939010</id><published>2007-04-15T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T23:52:26.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day that was, 1</title><summary type='text'>Note: Time stamps are approximates.0430: From the jungles of Los Baños I emerged still on a groggy state and managed to hail a bus plying the route to Alabang. My friends and I went on an overnight swimming, fearing that we’d get roasted alive if we did it on daytime. It’s also a good thing because I’m already running out of sunblock.0507: The bus and I arrived at Metropolis Star Mall in Alabang.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/7474206647022939010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=7474206647022939010&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/7474206647022939010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/7474206647022939010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/04/day-that-was-1.html' title='The day that was, 1'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-8322397870993383192</id><published>2007-04-13T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T21:17:02.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huffy daffy</title><summary type='text'>I’m a very happy citizen. I haven’t watched any TV shows lately, even if it’s already vacation time. I don’t know with you but I can survive for months without the picture tube. For me it’s a good thing because I am spared from all chuckleheadedness. Channel-surfing a while ago I stumbled on an evening news program, and unfortunately glued myself on the couch.1. Members of pro-administration </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/8322397870993383192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=8322397870993383192&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/8322397870993383192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/8322397870993383192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/04/huffy-daffy.html' title='Huffy daffy'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-1051708593836983241</id><published>2007-04-12T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T00:03:31.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaarghness</title><summary type='text'>A raisin is a grape that worries too much. Oh no.A while ago I checked my grades for the second semester. It took me quite a while – around 30 minutes or so – to convince myself to log on to CRS because I know for sure that I would get disappointed. To make sure that I won’t find myself destroying things afterwards, I rushed over to our fridge and got myself a bar of Hershey’s plus a bottle of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/1051708593836983241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=1051708593836983241&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/1051708593836983241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/1051708593836983241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/04/aaarghness.html' title='Aaarghness'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-1508509221166400606</id><published>2007-04-11T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T00:23:33.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re:</title><summary type='text'>Okay na. Makakapunta na talaga ako sa iBlog3 sa Sabado. As in wala nang malulupit na palusot. Sa mga nagpaplano umattend, utang na loob, pumunta na kayo kasi…actually hindi ko rin alam kung bakit ko kayo pinipilit (kung sino man kayo) basta try niyo pumunta. Sakaling magkita tayo somewhere doon sa UP, promise, hindi ko kayo susungitan. Kakausapin ko kayo, malay niyo ‘pag maaga tayo makarating eh </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/1508509221166400606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=1508509221166400606&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/1508509221166400606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/1508509221166400606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/04/re.html' title='Re:'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-2931898038079589584</id><published>2007-04-10T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T11:00:58.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet decadence</title><summary type='text'>I’m now eating a slab of Hershey’s Milk Chocolate, the half-pounder variety, and I’m washing it down with Coke Light. Aside from coffee the other kind of victual I indulge upon is chocolate. I don’t know about you guys but chocolate gives me a different feeling of high. As if I’m in a faraway planet and I’m the only one who has the privilege to sink my teeth into such wonderful human discovery. I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/2931898038079589584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=2931898038079589584&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/2931898038079589584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/2931898038079589584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/04/sweet-decadence.html' title='Sweet decadence'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-490366166807211325</id><published>2007-04-08T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T21:23:57.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huwaw!</title><summary type='text'>And so I'm already a bit outdated with our Photoshop CS2. They've already released a new version and I still have no freaking idea how to use it. Actually, I'm figuring it out purely by myself; help topics tend to be very...helpful, but I'm better off with learning it without the aid of manuals or such.To Vinch, thanks for telling me about CS3.To Mr. John Dowdell, I was just exaggerating when I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/490366166807211325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=490366166807211325&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/490366166807211325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/490366166807211325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/04/huwaw.html' title='Huwaw!'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-4965442330450747990</id><published>2007-04-07T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T21:48:46.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ink-black Saturday</title><summary type='text'>And so everyone's getting bored because of these traditions. I'm not a Catholic but I could almost feel how it was like 2000 years ago. Most establishments are closed, and I can't go anywhere. Then I suddenly had this urge to have my haircut. I checked on the nearest available barber shops. They're all closed. I was on the verge of giving up when at a sudden turn I saw an open salon. I screamed. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/4965442330450747990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=4965442330450747990&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/4965442330450747990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/4965442330450747990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/04/ink-black-saturday.html' title='Ink-black Saturday'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-7437328351429791688</id><published>2007-04-07T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T13:20:49.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More than just a gap</title><summary type='text'>We dropped by to see our grandfather in Bulacan yesterday. It was one of the abrupt and quick decisions that my parents have to mull over since my aunt just texted my dad saying that gramps is getting worse. By worse I had to figure out because the term was a bit relative. Worse – in what sense?It occurred to me what worse meant when we arrived there. Our place in Bulacan is not so far flung from</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/7437328351429791688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=7437328351429791688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/7437328351429791688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/7437328351429791688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/04/more-than-just-gap.html' title='More than just a gap'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-7813470497723106816</id><published>2007-04-05T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T16:50:43.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's have some pun!</title><summary type='text'>Laughter, laughter. Umlaut, umlaut. And more umlauts.Hay, Jessica. I love you just the way you are. That's a very great idea, and I hope the authorities would consider your suggestion. Something to ponder on while planning you're long awaited vacation in...you know where it is.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/7813470497723106816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=7813470497723106816&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/7813470497723106816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/7813470497723106816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/04/lets-have-some-pun.html' title='Let&apos;s have some pun!'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-8755665644719399303</id><published>2007-04-04T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T19:06:18.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Describe myself</title><summary type='text'>Benevolently compiled information that you may actually use in case you’re wondering who the author of this blog is. (Note: Any post in the entire blogosphere resembling this one is purely coincidental. Any lingering doubts as to the authenticity of this post may be addressed to the author by leaving a comment or emailing him.)1. My name is Mike (full name available upon request). This name is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/8755665644719399303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=8755665644719399303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/8755665644719399303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/8755665644719399303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/04/describe-myself.html' title='Describe myself'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-1550603057746542874</id><published>2007-04-03T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T22:53:40.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ripped</title><summary type='text'>And so I finally changed my blog's template. Courtesy of search engines and a lot of patience. I changed my mind; I won't be putting tagboards anymore. I'm feeling extremely lazy.Kevin buzzed me up to give a comment upon which he brought the topic about the iblog3 event. It's going to be held at UP Diliman, so I might as well come. And maybe I'll check whether I could apply for RA next sem. Bring</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/1550603057746542874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=1550603057746542874&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/1550603057746542874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/1550603057746542874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/04/and-so-i-finally-changed-my-blogs.html' title='Ripped'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-3267947165882597199</id><published>2007-04-03T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T19:42:43.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knock, knock</title><summary type='text'>There are far more stupid people than intelligent ones. A very sad fact, but we can't do anything about it. Since the earliest times it has been suggested that there were intelligent and stupid people in the world.* One can find many references to stupidity in almost every facet of life. Books, movies, the Internet, politicians - they all exude their own kind of dim-wittedness, in varying degrees</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/3267947165882597199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=3267947165882597199&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/3267947165882597199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/3267947165882597199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/04/knock-knock.html' title='Knock, knock'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-4372743898480797899</id><published>2007-04-03T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T18:56:04.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make-over of a blah state</title><summary type='text'>I realized that my blog's template looks blah. With this I tried downloading free blog templates from Blogskins, and maybe a couple of days from now this site would have a character. I will also try to use those...tagboards. Ang feeling.If I get bored, I'll revert to my old skin.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/4372743898480797899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=4372743898480797899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/4372743898480797899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/4372743898480797899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/04/make-over-of-blah-state.html' title='Make-over of a blah state'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-5167714505413221812</id><published>2007-04-02T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T12:21:11.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're so like, ano.</title><summary type='text'>"Oh my God, it's so like init here in Starbucks, to think na Starbucks 'to ha.""Shet, look at my pawis oh, it's so like dripping.""Buy ka nga ng drinks, yung large size. Ay, meron ba nun, haha. Grande nalang na, uh, Mocha Frappuccino.""What time na ba?""You're so like tagal ha. Where've you been?""Nood tayo sine. Hello, we're like here na in Greenbelt 3.""Text mo nga si Paul. I think he's coming </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/5167714505413221812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=5167714505413221812&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/5167714505413221812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/5167714505413221812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/04/youre-so-like-ano.html' title='You&apos;re so like, ano.'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-8358115133063976799</id><published>2007-04-02T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T11:40:01.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling nostalgic, nostalgic feeling</title><summary type='text'>And it came to pass that I knew what I was salivating after. It occurred to me like some jolt of electricity or something, surging up to my spine and reaching for my synapses just enough power to reach the threshold potential, thus processing the whole information. I was having this weird craving for street foods. I haven’t eaten those skewered stuff for like months, and I feel like a total dork.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/8358115133063976799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=8358115133063976799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/8358115133063976799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/8358115133063976799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/04/feeling-nostalgic-nostalgic-feeling.html' title='Feeling nostalgic, nostalgic feeling'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-6483967863506498957</id><published>2007-03-31T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T11:31:50.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut your mouth, you mediocre good-for-nothing bozo.</title><summary type='text'>I was on my way home around 6 pm yesterday, and I find it odd that the traffic was heavy when usually everything should’ve been running smoothly by that time. The cause of the hyperventilation of many: this certain mayoralty candidate and his cohorts are putting up numerous tarpaulins and posters along the stretch of Molino road, covering all possible spaces with his face. What bothered me is the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/6483967863506498957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=6483967863506498957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/6483967863506498957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/6483967863506498957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/03/shut-your-mouth-you-mediocre-good-for.html' title='Shut your mouth, you mediocre good-for-nothing bozo.'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-8060131217968119286</id><published>2007-03-31T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T11:28:53.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Young - and bloodsucking?</title><summary type='text'>Is it possible to decapitate people with your mouth?Last Wednesday at ATC I was looking for a cigarette stall when I remembered Fuma, which is located near Tony Roma’s and T.G.I. Friday’s. I politely asked the sales lady for a pack of Marlboro Menthol Lights whereas she looked at me with sheer perplexity and promptly posed my least favorite question on earth, “Ilang taon ka na?” I always forget </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/8060131217968119286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=8060131217968119286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/8060131217968119286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/8060131217968119286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/03/young-and-bloodsucking.html' title='Young - and bloodsucking?'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-1021255353511551694</id><published>2007-03-25T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T19:30:54.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Duh, get a life.</title><summary type='text'>Speaking of Powerbooks, I was sent an email message telling me that this certain Tony Buzan will be having a talk about "unleashing the genius of creativity and innovation," and it's going to be a two-day... What the hell, just look at the picture. The date indicated was 24 March, and the promo was only until 19 March. I haven't opened my email for two weeks straight, and this was one of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/1021255353511551694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=1021255353511551694&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/1021255353511551694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/1021255353511551694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/03/duh-get-life.html' title='Duh, get a life.'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Vnq3fH4kWno/RgZZcXOyDiI/AAAAAAAAADk/Nh0ZwcfhJyQ/s72-c/buzan-mailer2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-4243759191826693320</id><published>2007-03-25T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T19:08:29.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KK2</title><summary type='text'> Snippet from Kikomachine Komix 2. This is the grainy version of the strip, courtesy of yours truly. I am not a photographer, I just point my camera to my subject then I'd capture the image. Tell me I don't have an artistic sense of whatever. I repeat, I'm not a photographer, period. Is everything clear?There you go.Yeah, I got it from Powerbooks. It's very affordable. Then again, Powerbooks is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/4243759191826693320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=4243759191826693320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/4243759191826693320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/4243759191826693320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/03/kk2.html' title='KK2'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Vnq3fH4kWno/RgZWVXOyDhI/AAAAAAAAADc/bxnXdqvvpy8/s72-c/DSC00175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-6551276244712007234</id><published>2007-03-22T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T22:59:04.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever heard of Rexona?</title><summary type='text'>By the way, if you were at Starbucks SM MoA near National Bookstore and Watson's yesterday, I was the one uproariously laughing together with two of my friends. We were talking about how other nationalities (not the Koreans) become so filthy rich and yet they themselves become literally filthy. And stinking. Eeeww. Gross. And this is true. I've been at the point of fainting because of those darn </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/6551276244712007234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=6551276244712007234&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/6551276244712007234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/6551276244712007234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/03/have-you-ever-heard-of-rexona.html' title='Have you ever heard of Rexona?'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-9216582611410068632</id><published>2007-03-22T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T22:35:53.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humans</title><summary type='text'>I am frequently chatted up by total aliens.Yesterday while I was riding a jeepney on my way home there was this guy who kept on looking at me from the side mirror. Since I am not used to stare back at people I ignored him during the course of my journey. He was fat, maybe in his 30s or so, and he looked exactly like Grimace. For 15 minutes he kept on glancing at me, occasionally checking on his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/9216582611410068632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=9216582611410068632&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/9216582611410068632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/9216582611410068632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/03/humans.html' title='Humans'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-7559739128633974131</id><published>2007-03-19T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T17:52:02.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is</title><summary type='text'>I’ve learned that life has many lessons to offer.1. Be friendly. Try anyway.2. But choose your friends. And the ones who will consider you as their friend. Wisely. That way you can save yourself from frequent rumbles, atrocious gossips, and hypertension.3. Always prepare a load full of answers to philosophical questions courtesy of kibitzers, e.g. “Kumusta na kayo ni (name)? Nasaan siya? Kayo na </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/7559739128633974131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=7559739128633974131&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/7559739128633974131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/7559739128633974131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/03/life-is.html' title='Life is'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-2895231269847583105</id><published>2007-03-14T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T21:58:45.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Son of a</title><summary type='text'>I just realized that it's hard to be surrounded by the filthy rich. Meaning, those who lurch out from their Mercedes-Benzs - yaya included, those whose skins seem to be untinted with melanin (thus making them prone to all sorts of epidermal diseases, nya ha ha), those people who whip out their gleaming credit cards to purchase everything inside an establishment. I'm beginning to get annoyed with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/2895231269847583105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=2895231269847583105&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/2895231269847583105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/2895231269847583105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/03/son-of.html' title='Son of a'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-3157984977688216675</id><published>2007-03-11T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T19:15:29.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My hair. With gels, waxes...</title><summary type='text'>Every two weeks or so I have my hair cut. It doesn't matter where I would have it; the important thing is that I should look neat. And my concept of neatness means getting my hair properly groomed. My problem is that my hair grows verrry fast, and I consume huge amounts of hair gel every week. I spend around five to ten minutes fixing my crowning glory, making sure that every side is leveled with</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/3157984977688216675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=3157984977688216675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/3157984977688216675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/3157984977688216675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-hair-with-gels-waxes.html' title='My hair. With gels, waxes...'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-7051253056197779463</id><published>2007-03-10T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T13:02:23.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up close and personal 2</title><summary type='text'>Hey, Art Studies 1 class.  Off to Sagada, on top of a jeepney. Dudes. Pagod na. The BVM. Define apparition. At Mt. Polis with Anne and Danilo. Ooops.All wet and cold. Paula Peralejo in pink. Of less interest, Danilo in, uhm, white; Anne in yellow; and Mike in blue. King's Curtains. With my hand over there. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/7051253056197779463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=7051253056197779463&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/7051253056197779463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/7051253056197779463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/03/up-close-and-personal-2.html' title='Up close and personal 2'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Vnq3fH4kWno/RfI5-Ysx7bI/AAAAAAAAADE/AMZqwedi9wc/s72-c/DSC00039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-7022869615062088385</id><published>2007-03-10T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T11:24:06.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wmndashxsancjcnnnjdfh!!!</title><summary type='text'>Great. My Sharp laptop crashed in the most inconvenient time. I decided to use it to do tons of paper works today, then upon startup there was some unforeseen omen bringing forth doom's day prophecy:"NTLDR is missing. Press any key to restart."Because I'm a conformist freak, I did what the message told me. It turned out again. I hit another one, the Space bar. Nada. I tried Alt+Ctrl+Del, but it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/7022869615062088385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=7022869615062088385&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/7022869615062088385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/7022869615062088385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/03/wmndashxsancjcnnnjdfh.html' title='Wmndashxsancjcnnnjdfh!!!'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-5837651710945828517</id><published>2007-03-05T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T19:52:19.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up close and personal with Mother Nature</title><summary type='text'> Near Echo Valley. Read it like how you see it. Everybody join me! Go Ateneo! See-saws. Swings. Hee hee.Ü Relax. Resting positions. Banaue Hotel. From far left: classmate Philip, Danilo busy with Dyorj, Anne checking how much cigarettes were left, and, uh, me. Mountains. Before Bontoc, Mt. Province. Cloud 9. You see Mama Mary over there at the right? Beyond her position and you plummet down to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/5837651710945828517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=5837651710945828517&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/5837651710945828517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/5837651710945828517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/03/up-close-and-personal-with-mother.html' title='Up close and personal with Mother Nature'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Vnq3fH4kWno/RewDaFqTV6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0wt4cx1Nt8U/s72-c/DSC00121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-4555493195935815901</id><published>2007-03-01T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T22:03:03.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooops</title><summary type='text'>A lot of people have been looking for Giniling Festival's songs and their corresponding lyrics, and unfortunately they stumble upon this site. I'm basically not altruistic, but I felt your burdens people.Here's the link for all the lyrics of Giniling Festival. And before I forget, I think you first have to be a member in their Yahoo! Groups site before you can access the link's contents. Try it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/4555493195935815901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=4555493195935815901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/4555493195935815901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/4555493195935815901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/03/ooops.html' title='Ooops'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-2965724212592013328</id><published>2007-02-28T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T21:15:36.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(Mis)Adventures</title><summary type='text'>As the title goes. At the Alabang Town Center today.1. I planned to give myself a wonderful present: a new pair of Havaianas Top. I wanted the plain black variety, size 9. At RusTan's the only size left was 5; at All Flip Flops size 9 was absent, same with Stoked and Celio. I felt bitter. I didn't buy even if there are alternatives.2. Summer is coming. I'm running out of Coppertone 25 sunblock </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/2965724212592013328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=2965724212592013328&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/2965724212592013328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/2965724212592013328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/02/misadventures.html' title='(Mis)Adventures'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-1141844337951059009</id><published>2007-02-28T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T20:47:49.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's play. Dead.</title><summary type='text'>For the past few weeks I've been watching stage plays as a requirement for my Theater 100 subject. I feel like I'm getting information overload for I have to see all those plays, analyze them, and put my analyses in black and white. And I'm being a lucky guy because all those plays are - how shall I put it - pa-deep, so to speak. Upon learning all those theatrical concepts by different people I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/1141844337951059009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=1141844337951059009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/1141844337951059009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/1141844337951059009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/02/lets-play-dead.html' title='Let&apos;s play. Dead.'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-7027355432705018245</id><published>2007-02-27T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T21:10:44.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor and incompetent</title><summary type='text'>Okay, this would be my last post about the sudden disappearance of Campus Radio on air. This text message came a little late, hence the delay of my post.From Mr. Rodrigo Villaroman, a.k.a. Joe Spinner slash Boy Tisoy. Almost in verbatim."Hi Mike. Sorry if I wasn't able to reply much earlier. It has gotten very busy at the station lately, and you already know that. I'm sure you are very surprised </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/7027355432705018245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=7027355432705018245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/7027355432705018245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/7027355432705018245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/02/poor-and-incompetent.html' title='Poor and incompetent'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-7999484603636485709</id><published>2007-02-20T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T23:16:51.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for Fun</title><summary type='text'>Ms. Melanie Marquez. We were talking about her Melanisms, a collection of her grandest statements which make fatal attempts at levity but which make perfect sense. Of humor. For some reasons people would label her "speech impediment" a variation of the English carabao - why would someone call it that way? I have nothing against Ms Marquez; she still manages to look beautiful despite her age, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/7999484603636485709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=7999484603636485709&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/7999484603636485709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/7999484603636485709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/02/just-for-fun.html' title='Just for Fun'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-6653590808938450168</id><published>2007-02-19T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T23:02:04.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change that dial. Now.</title><summary type='text'>Oh, and one more thing. They switched back to their former slogan "Forever," right? One proof that Barangay LS would eternally make our ears bleed. And our mouths to utter foul curses. Not that I advocate such sort of thing but I think it's strangely apt, yes?The corniest joke I've heard from their resident DJ, Johnny Baby. (This being uttered in the morning of the 14th, the official launch date </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/6653590808938450168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=6653590808938450168&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/6653590808938450168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/6653590808938450168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/02/change-that-dial-now.html' title='Change that dial. Now.'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-2466417117888474362</id><published>2007-02-19T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T21:46:10.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG...</title><summary type='text'>It's final. Barangay LS is here to stay whether you like it or not. Joe Spinner and I, together with some friends, had this bit of premonition-ish thing about LS-FM's future plans about the station sometime last January. He said we should all look out for possible changes within a span of 16 years - uh Joe, like, it was barely a month that had passed. He added that due to the current fad nowadays</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/2466417117888474362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=2466417117888474362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/2466417117888474362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/2466417117888474362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/02/omg.html' title='OMG...'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-265090453220262607</id><published>2007-02-14T08:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T23:57:54.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I rest my case.</title><summary type='text'>Are you in for Campus Radio's change of format from a motley assortment of pop, OPM, alternative rock, hard metal rock songs to uber-pop band arrangements? You might be surprised if one day you tuned in to LS and wonder why the station plays nothing but corny OPM and novelty songs gratefully performed by the Sexbomb Dancers, that stupid Crazy Frog, among other infuriating songs. I absolutely have</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/265090453220262607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=265090453220262607&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/265090453220262607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/265090453220262607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-rest-my-case.html' title='I rest my case.'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-191532412919600902</id><published>2007-02-13T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T21:54:01.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I shall dominate</title><summary type='text'>The concept of being a single well-travelled 19-year-old guy who would spend his time in utter loneliness on Valentine's is horrible for some, what more for the inflicted. No dates on Love's Day, the only time of the year when I could give in to special requests for some sweet nothings, stuff like those. Yeah, I'm such a sucker when it comes to girls; I find it hard to say a heart-breaking No </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/191532412919600902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=191532412919600902&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/191532412919600902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/191532412919600902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-shall-dominate.html' title='I shall dominate'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-3217506016877469608</id><published>2007-02-12T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T21:56:17.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My fingers are always crossed. Not that I have arthritis.</title><summary type='text'>My group's radio drama came to be successful. Yipee. 1.0 is a beautiful grade. Up next would be a live boardwork which, according to one credible source, would be broadcasted live via video streaming in I think Yahoo around the first week of March. If you have time to kill on Mondays and Thursdays for the whole month of March at around 1 pm to 2.30 pm, please give a listen. That is if the live </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/3217506016877469608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=3217506016877469608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/3217506016877469608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/3217506016877469608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-fingers-are-always-crossed-not-that.html' title='My fingers are always crossed. Not that I have arthritis.'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-155430012937760595</id><published>2007-02-08T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T21:04:17.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Certificate of Candidiasis</title><summary type='text'>Right now all that I'm wishing for is to have a great future ahead of me. (Not counting my yearning for a girlfriend because that's another story. Anyway.)I think I've told you about this beforehand. Call me an irresponsible citizen but I wasn't able to register for the elections. It was too late when I found out that I have to have myself registered at the nearest Comelec office. Okay, I was too</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/155430012937760595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=155430012937760595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/155430012937760595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/155430012937760595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/02/certificate-of-candidiasis.html' title='Certificate of Candidiasis'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-117056919505063715</id><published>2007-02-04T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T09:12:31.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Siling giniling, siling giniling (ah, ah)!</title><summary type='text'>Giniling Festival album launch poster.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/117056919505063715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=117056919505063715&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/117056919505063715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/117056919505063715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/02/siling-giniling-siling-giniling-ah-ah.html' title='Siling giniling, siling giniling (ah, ah)!'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-117056871540138828</id><published>2007-02-04T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T13:58:35.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S-I-L-I-N-G G-I-N-I-L-I-N-G!!!</title><summary type='text'>Mixed emotions. I don't know. It's just that... How will I start this post. I was at the album launch of Giniling Festival last Friday at Freedom Bar and I could say it was the best night I ever had. I've never seen a proliferation of predominantly black-clad night-goers in such a small place that it looked like a public pot session.From Max's Katipunan I went to Freedom together with my six </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/117056871540138828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=117056871540138828&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/117056871540138828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/117056871540138828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/02/s-i-l-i-n-g-g-i-n-i-l-i-n-g.html' title='S-I-L-I-N-G G-I-N-I-L-I-N-G!!!'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-117015844716129854</id><published>2007-01-30T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T20:36:08.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress bust(i)ers</title><summary type='text'>I know I'm kind of out of date, but it's never too late to enjoy. My computer's only for encoding and music, and games are so out of question.I'm loving this computer program. Try it. If you're already through with it, uhh, good for us.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/117015844716129854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=117015844716129854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/117015844716129854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/117015844716129854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/01/stress-bustiers.html' title='Stress bust(i)ers'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-116997531662219613</id><published>2007-01-28T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T13:01:02.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ay pu..</title><summary type='text'>As early as 6 am I was at the MRT GMA Kamuning station; I was about to go home then. With me were my Pilot VBall and my Superman notebook, aside from my ID, wallet and myself. For some unknown reason I kept on humming Amber by 311. I don't know, it just kept on resonating inside my head. By sad coincidence when I was waiting the train plying the route to Ayala, a guy showed up walking towards my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/116997531662219613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=116997531662219613&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/116997531662219613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/116997531662219613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/01/ay-pu.html' title='&lt;em&gt;Ay pu..&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-116956171683861678</id><published>2007-01-23T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T08:32:28.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forest Gunk</title><summary type='text'>*Photo source: GoogleTell me what you see in the picture above. Don't worry, this is not a Rorschach-er type of test or something. I could hardly qualify as an art critic, and this is how I judge a piece of art: it's either beautiful or it's ugly. This one's different. It's amazing.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/116956171683861678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=116956171683861678&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/116956171683861678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/116956171683861678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/01/forest-gunk.html' title='Forest Gunk'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-116939457754829302</id><published>2007-01-21T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T21:09:08.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19</title><summary type='text'>False alarm. We weren't at the SM MoA, not even at the ATC due to the perpetual chaos caused by massive traffic jams in Alabang and along Las Piñas. Since I only get to have one special day for once every annum, I insisted on Barrio Fiesta. If you're around SM Southmall this afternoon (round 1 pm) I was the uber-snubbish guy dressed in white dri-fit shirt, jeans, and rubber shoes. Don't forget </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/116939457754829302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=116939457754829302&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/116939457754829302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/116939457754829302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/01/19.html' title='19'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-116930711735830165</id><published>2007-01-20T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T14:45:29.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perverse and unpredictable</title><summary type='text'>*Aquarius is the eleventh sign of the Zodiac and associated with future ideas and the unusual. Individuals born under this sign are thought to have leadership qualities with creative, challenging, entertaining, progressive, stimulating, and independent character, but one which is also prone to rebelliousness, coldness, erraticism, and impracticality (Mikee, this is you). In terms of anatomy, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/116930711735830165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=116930711735830165&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/116930711735830165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/116930711735830165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/01/perverse-and-unpredictable.html' title='Perverse and unpredictable'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-116930451415809021</id><published>2007-01-20T22:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T22:48:34.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Schlooooop</title><summary type='text'>From left clockwise: strap of my loyal Human sling bag (It has not failed me. I put two laptops the size of a notebook there and it's still ok.); green folders, and underneath them is my green file case where I put my photocopied readings because I'm from UP; my newly purchased debut single of Imago, underneath is Twisted 7 by Jessica Zafra, and beside it is, uhh, a Nokia 6170 cellphone which has</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/116930451415809021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=116930451415809021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/116930451415809021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/116930451415809021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/01/schlooooop.html' title='Schlooooop'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-116921302617654788</id><published>2007-01-19T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T21:23:48.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Odious omnipresence</title><summary type='text'>An apocalyptic event has just happened: Manny Pacquiao on Deal or No Deal. I saw the trailer last night for the show and the cut itself provoked much chattering of teeth and stamping of foot on my part. I see him in almost every angle my head can possibly turn and it's almost like a gagging reflex. The funniest ad I saw with him on screen is for Magic Sing. He cavorts like an earthworm with a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/116921302617654788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=116921302617654788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/116921302617654788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/116921302617654788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/01/odious-omnipresence.html' title='Odious omnipresence'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-116903580271671814</id><published>2007-01-17T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T20:10:02.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mikee's Axiom of Evolution</title><summary type='text'>As far as I could tell the MRT Radio is on its way to evolution. I wouldn't be so surprised if one day there would be someone taking over the console, in this case a DJ. I hope he's not the one to operate the train.Usher - Nice and SlowJamiroquai - Seven Days on Sunny June (which I believe I'm the only one who recognized the song within a meter's radius)Neo - So Sick; When You're MadTruefaith - </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/116903580271671814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=116903580271671814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/116903580271671814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/116903580271671814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/01/mikees-axiom-of-evolution.html' title='Mikee&apos;s Axiom of Evolution'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-116903492249002979</id><published>2007-01-17T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T19:55:23.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm salivating</title><summary type='text'>Today I got myself a CD of Imago's debut album Probably Not But Most Definitely. The long wait has finally come to an end. Imagine struggling for four years on a voyage seeking for the CD version of the album, transferring from one record bar to the next within a 10-kilometer radius from your place just to hear a very heart-warming "Sorry sir, wala po" from the sales person. I bought it for a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/116903492249002979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=116903492249002979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/116903492249002979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/116903492249002979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-salivating.html' title='I&apos;m salivating'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-116865672197451582</id><published>2007-01-13T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T10:52:02.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High (Re)Definition TV</title><summary type='text'>Adding up to the hefty but uber-brilliant technology of Apple is the Apple TV. No, it's not a portable Mac nor does it look like a television. It's a device that you can pop in to your TV enabling you to watch movies you've downloaded from the iTunes Store. I saw one in their website and it resembles a flat Mac Mini, with the Apple TV insignia on top. I believe that the Apple TV is very compact </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/116865672197451582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=116865672197451582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/116865672197451582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/116865672197451582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/01/high-redefinition-tv.html' title='High (Re)Definition TV'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-116861889879293592</id><published>2007-01-12T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T20:37:27.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1, 2, scream!</title><summary type='text'>Okay, nobody dared to answer the highfalutin post. I could've given clues, but I believe we are all aware of the search engine Google, right?Answer: the classic children song, Jack and Jill. Check it out.***Aha.From my Psychology class in PHAn, I went to the Ateneo to meet someone this afternoon, and at the giant bulletin board outside the Blue Eagle Gym was an announcement congratulating the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/116861889879293592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=116861889879293592&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/116861889879293592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/116861889879293592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/01/1-2-scream.html' title='1, 2, scream!'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-116853196615127508</id><published>2007-01-11T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T01:23:22.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing...</title><summary type='text'>I'm a demented Apple fan.I knew it, Steve Jobs and the rest of the Apple company will surely come out with a bizarre idea to trump mobile phone manufacturers with their fairly impressing innovation. Aside from the picture here, I haven’t seen the actual phone but according to news reports the iPhone is the slimmest quad band “smart phone” measuring only 0.46 inches in width, 4.5 inches in height,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/116853196615127508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=116853196615127508&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/116853196615127508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/116853196615127508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/01/introducing.html' title='Introducing...'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-116834324842170721</id><published>2007-01-09T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T19:47:28.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Moreover, furthermore. And at the top of that..."</title><summary type='text'>While I was cleaning my email inbox I came across this message by my professor in Voice. I find it quite interesting, might as well share it to you. Not counting my email, I absolutely have no idea as to its source. By the way, this is an example of the legalese language, the jargon used by lawyers and other legal professionals. Hmmm. Reminds me of my favorite senator. No joke, she really is my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/116834324842170721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=116834324842170721&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/116834324842170721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/116834324842170721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/01/moreover-furthermore-and-at-top-of.html' title='&quot;Moreover, furthermore. And at the top of that...&quot;'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-116817692559581861</id><published>2007-01-07T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T21:35:25.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Utter decadence</title><summary type='text'>If you were tuned in yesterday to Sophie’s radio program, yes, I was the one who requested for the Up dharma Down song around 10.30 am. I did an official business there with friends from the UPD. We were at the LS booth trying to irk Sophie who was labeled as half fish-half goat by Joe Spinner. Sorry for those who wasn’t able to hear me on-air. Afterwards we repaired to Dencio’s Albano (right in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/116817692559581861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=116817692559581861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/116817692559581861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/116817692559581861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/01/utter-decadence.html' title='Utter decadence'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-116800278263896776</id><published>2007-01-05T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T15:28:06.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yeah.</title><summary type='text'>I opened my Friendster account and was caught by this post in the Bulletin. My zodiac sign was in it and although I am not a staunch believer of the esoterica, there's something freaky going around with those equally freaking stars that when you think about it, it's as if they're true. Have to put in my favorite sign, FIRST.AQUARIUS&gt;Trustworthy.&gt;Sexy.&gt;Great kisser.&gt;One of a kind.&gt;Loves being in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/116800278263896776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=116800278263896776&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/116800278263896776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/116800278263896776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-yeah.html' title='Oh yeah.'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-116800163557469971</id><published>2007-01-05T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T20:53:55.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In loving memory of Starbucks</title><summary type='text'>Late this afternoon I went as far as Makati to spend quiet time with myself. I have been celibate for eight months, which is very good. Eight straight months with no one putting a dog collar on my neck and hauling me inside designer pads and window shop for all eternity. Eight months without the yielding voice that constantly tells me to be kind to others because I am such a horrifying irascible </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/116800163557469971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=116800163557469971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/116800163557469971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/116800163557469971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/01/in-loving-memory-of-starbucks.html' title='In loving memory of Starbucks'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433683.post-116779955099602191</id><published>2007-01-03T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T02:22:20.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there.really.is.no.other</title><summary type='text'>The Christmas Treasures 2006 of Sony is up until 15 January 2007, and I know this is kind of late but I'm such a big fan of Sony products I might as well make a short post about it. I am a proud owner of a Sony DR S5 Stereo Headphones, Sony Walkman E500 series, Sony Cyber-Shot U 2-megapixel camera, and a Sony Vaio Picturebook PCG-C1. The first Sony merchandise in our household was our mini </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/feeds/116779955099602191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433683&amp;postID=116779955099602191&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/116779955099602191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433683/posts/default/116779955099602191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckingoff.blogspot.com/2007/01/therereallyisnoother.html' title='there.really.is.no.other'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883466732198279308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/38/18888366/613497949m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
