<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29794265</id><updated>2009-12-15T21:12:35.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Static</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Batteries not included.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;i&gt;
Laughter is the best medicine &lt;br&gt;
unless you are clinically insane. &lt;/i&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redkinoko.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29794265/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redkinoko.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29794265/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>REDKINOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12513385746498034003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>833</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29794265.post-3954970135625584286</id><published>2009-12-14T16:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T16:45:52.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Dying Press</title><content type='html'>Just now, I read Manila Bulletin's latest bombshell in the cold war arms race of retarded online articles by our lovable newspapers. I've seen the future of journalism. It's brave. It's bold. Damn straight, it's loaded with double dutch special of dumb shit I won't pay for if it's print.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case in point? The link to the article is here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mb.com.ph/articles/233970/gargoyles-out-snatch-christmas"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gargoyles Out To Snatch Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(more after the jump)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me half of the article to realize what the hell Allan Fransisco was talking about. The column is supposed to be about IT. There is the world Gargoyle on the title. And under normal circumstances not involving mild retardation, there has to be some connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two paragraphs later, my good friend "correlation" still cannot be found. Neither are there any attributable context clues that would point out that I was, in fact, reading the writer's mental fart about the Maguindanao Massacre, and not about a videogame involving Gargoyles (which would've been awesome)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, GARGOYLES. Let's talk about that for a minute here. Think of a bad word to describe the Ampatuans. Try to think of as many as you can, and see how long the list goes before the word "Gargoyle" enters your mind. A stone, gothic looking waterspout carved in the image of a winged beast. An ELEGANT STONE RAIN DRAIN. It never entered my brain. It probably never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dailyventure.com/300x400/paris_gargoyle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 188px;" src="http://www.dailyventure.com/300x400/paris_gargoyle.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesus. No.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;And that's just the start. For the sake of being fair, I'll assume that four paragraphs later, Allan Fransico was hit by a hard object at the soft spot of his skull and completely dislodged the idea that he was writing about the Ampatuans in the article and replaced it completely with iPhones, because honestly, I can't think of two topics more irrelevant to each other than a cold blooded killer and a trendy communications device.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing style is absolutely purple. I had to remind myself twice while reading the article that I'm not reading Twilight fanfiction. I can also understand that this is supposed to be an opinion-type of column, but the lack of facts almost makes me think the guy basically sat down, thought of one or two things he and his friends talked over lunch that day, and just wrote them the fuck down like nobody would ever read it.   Because that's what I think this is. Glorified scribble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If winners get to write history, I would assume columns like this are what losers would write. Is this what journalism has come to? Some guy sitting down for 15 minutes without researching anything and then publishing substandard horse shit for people to read? Quoting Michael Crichton, "In the information society, nobody thinks. We expect to banish paper, but we actually banish thought"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck happened? It almost feels like there was some point in time not too long ago, editors of online newspapers woke up one morning, realized that unlike their traditional counterparts, their money won't come from people who will appreciate their journalistic prowess, integrity, and writing skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, on the internet, it's all about how many people accidentally stumble on your website and consciously/unconsciously click on your ads. Imagine being an opera singer whose income depends on how many packs of peanuts gets sold during her performance. You don't have to sing well, just have lots of shows to get more peanuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a knee jerk reaction, the editors went "Fuck it. Fuck integrity. Let's make money!" and just went on letting writers do whatever the fuck they want for articles like the dumb sonnvabitch gargoyle article that fucking pointless and a waste of my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pant pant*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember before, I was being recruited by a friend to write online articles for him for 300 pesos per piece. He says it's a good way to make money and exercise my literary muscles. He knew it in his heart as well as I did that it's not really about what I write about, but how much visibility my article will give his clients on search engines. I could write as horribly as I could for all he cared but it wouldn't really matter. I turned down the offer and politely asked him to go fuck himself. (we're not friends anymore, if you still haven't figured that one out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are still days I refuse to believe this model is now what our once revered publications are now adopting. And clearly, there is something fundamentally wrong in having the voice of civilized society turn into money-making drabble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck gargoyles. More than anything else, I believe this warehouse-style of writing is killing our free press faster than any Ampatuan can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29794265-3954970135625584286?l=redkinoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redkinoko.blogspot.com/feeds/3954970135625584286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29794265&amp;postID=3954970135625584286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29794265/posts/default/3954970135625584286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29794265/posts/default/3954970135625584286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redkinoko.blogspot.com/2009/12/our-dying-press.html' title='Our Dying Press'/><author><name>REDKINOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12513385746498034003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15263089634773936020'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29794265.post-7749460020315981664</id><published>2009-12-10T22:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T22:40:08.058+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stock trading'/><title type='text'>Regarding NiHao (NI)'s rescheduled SRO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This is related to my previous posts regarding trading with NiHao(NI). Reposted from my favorite message board.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe JAP and his gang had this planned out from the start. Everybody knows the moment Dec 11 neared, the stock will drop. Looking at the drop the past week or so, they could have sh**ted along the way to a very huge profit. And then they execute an extension at the last possible minute, disrupting the timing of everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto lang po idea ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're thinking, maybe they are going to push the price up again? One week is more than enough to squeeze in yet another rise/fall cycle. People will look into buying becuase of this thought. And the jockeys aren't stupid. They will expect this mentality and work their magic trying to reinforce that idea by jockeying the price and let the buyers play last touch until sometime next week. They have the funds after all, from the sh*rts they could have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the jockeys play their cards right, the stock price will rise at a rate higher than ever, and there's no way in hell even a pricedrop halfway through the week can bring it back to the level it's touched today. Because if we learned something about NI, its price doesn't avalanche down, so by the time the SRO shares get released, the amount will be bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what's happening after the SRO listing date? LIHC ASM. They'll announce the par change, the SRO and let the sellers jump ship to yet another M7 stock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about keeping money within the community eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, you'd ask, this is a zero sum game right? Unless new investors start flocking, it's probably true. Then how come everybody seems to be winning? The people who got stuck at the top, those to cut loss. That's where the profit is coming from. The philosopher's stone is made with the blood of victims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all of this is just a theory. I cannot say I'm exceptionally good in TA or FA. Best indicator I can think of is is if the price of NI starts rising on Friday and continues on Monday. In that case, the real game begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, just a wild theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29794265-7749460020315981664?l=redkinoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redkinoko.blogspot.com/feeds/7749460020315981664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29794265&amp;postID=7749460020315981664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29794265/posts/default/7749460020315981664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29794265/posts/default/7749460020315981664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redkinoko.blogspot.com/2009/12/regarding-nihao-nis-rescheduled-sro.html' title='Regarding NiHao (NI)&apos;s rescheduled SRO'/><author><name>REDKINOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12513385746498034003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15263089634773936020'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29794265.post-6527644110618275531</id><published>2009-12-07T15:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T15:18:20.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, Damn It, I'm Endorsing Somebody</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs120.snc3/16731_1181044732615_1423089097_30481521_1515466_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs120.snc3/16731_1181044732615_1423089097_30481521_1515466_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29794265-6527644110618275531?l=redkinoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redkinoko.blogspot.com/feeds/6527644110618275531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29794265&amp;postID=6527644110618275531' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29794265/posts/default/6527644110618275531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29794265/posts/default/6527644110618275531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redkinoko.blogspot.com/2009/12/yes-damn-it-im-endorsing-somebody.html' title='Yes, Damn It, I&apos;m Endorsing Somebody'/><author><name>REDKINOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12513385746498034003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15263089634773936020'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29794265.post-9147452453806550944</id><published>2009-12-07T09:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T09:12:17.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vandalism, Highlighters</title><content type='html'>I used to wonder why the MMDA insisted on drawing pink lines on ALL streets in Manila, until I realized one thing. Holy shit, Bayani Fernando wants our streets to be highlighted in Google Maps! Think of Manila as review material and MMDA as a HUGE Stabilo highlighter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, I never really got to understand why some people insist on using a highlighter, to highlight every fucking word in whatever they're reviewing. Where's the point there? So your notes can double up as a roadside warning device? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember back in highschool, vandalism was such a big problem all sorts of felt-tip markers were banned. The pentel pens were the first to go, understandably. But being highschool students in an All-Boys school, that wasn't nearly enough to stop us from drawing penis symbols all over the campus, as though a testicular voice from outerspace commands us to pay homage. No, we turned to Stabilo highlighters, which in the end were banned too. So much for Neon graffiti. But did that stop our artistic drive? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even close. Seeing there are no longer other options, vandals started using the only things still legal - ballpoint pens. Can you imagine how hard it is to vandalize a bathroom tile with just a pen? You don't write anymore. You CARVE. You can just imagine the dedication of the people who did vandalisms in our all-tile CR (designed as such so vandalisms are easy to clean up). The guys who did Mount Rushmore would be so proud. Although, they might not be as approving of the message "Malaki ang Suso ni Miss Tabuso", complete with a graphical representation to drive the point home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even get why we have to write those things. I mean, our teacher has a huge rack. That's a given. Normal people would smile at the thought. Normal teenagers would probably masturbate. A small minority will see this as an opportunity to capture a message and get it out the only way they can - WRITE IT ON THE COMFORT ROOM WALLS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other times, you'd even see replies to vandalisms, and replies to replies, each just as funny and depressing as the last. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I realized, it was 1996, and I was in highschool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was staring at threads upon threads of anonymous conversation on the CR walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And numbers of illustrations, both lewd and random. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And probably the earliest incarnation of 4chan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29794265-9147452453806550944?l=redkinoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redkinoko.blogspot.com/feeds/9147452453806550944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29794265&amp;postID=9147452453806550944' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29794265/posts/default/9147452453806550944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29794265/posts/default/9147452453806550944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redkinoko.blogspot.com/2009/12/vandalism-highlighters.html' title='Vandalism, Highlighters'/><author><name>REDKINOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12513385746498034003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15263089634773936020'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29794265.post-3105445658511048399</id><published>2009-12-02T12:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T12:21:52.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apparently, even Ohm got it all wrong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p3c44Fnciho/SxXqfWtZRoI/AAAAAAAABC8/qZNfALdLx_g/s1600-h/fuckingohms.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 345px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p3c44Fnciho/SxXqfWtZRoI/AAAAAAAABC8/qZNfALdLx_g/s400/fuckingohms.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410488351748343426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rubber gloves = 1 MILLION OHMS. Touch them and you'll die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Condoms = ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND OHMS. Protection? More like SUICIDE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to this man. He knows his Physics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29794265-3105445658511048399?l=redkinoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redkinoko.blogspot.com/feeds/3105445658511048399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29794265&amp;postID=3105445658511048399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29794265/posts/default/3105445658511048399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29794265/posts/default/3105445658511048399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redkinoko.blogspot.com/2009/12/apparently-even-ohm-got-it-all-wrong.html' title='Apparently, even Ohm got it all wrong.'/><author><name>REDKINOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12513385746498034003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15263089634773936020'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p3c44Fnciho/SxXqfWtZRoI/AAAAAAAABC8/qZNfALdLx_g/s72-c/fuckingohms.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29794265.post-6811145801326954419</id><published>2009-12-01T13:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T14:11:52.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Banter</title><content type='html'>When a row of seats inside a jeepney contains at least one fat guy whose humongous buttocks displaces the equivalent of the ass-space of one and a half persons, does it make sense for the last guy to charge the fat guy half of his fare for the asscheek he will not be able to sit properly? If he does not, does it not constitute as stealing? Note that I am not discriminating fat people. I simply believe in pragmatic rationalization. You take up more mass. You need to pay more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An upsidedown cake is an upsidedown cake, until you give it to a bat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no "i" in "team", but interestingly, there's an "i" in the "square root of negative one". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29794265-6811145801326954419?l=redkinoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redkinoko.blogspot.com/feeds/6811145801326954419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29794265&amp;postID=6811145801326954419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29794265/posts/default/6811145801326954419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29794265/posts/default/6811145801326954419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redkinoko.blogspot.com/2009/12/random-banter.html' title='Random Banter'/><author><name>REDKINOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12513385746498034003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15263089634773936020'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29794265.post-8253327805383781593</id><published>2009-11-24T18:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T18:18:06.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inquirer Hates Numbers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p3c44Fnciho/Swuytn3fyuI/AAAAAAAABC0/Ca0fXH9clBg/s1600/makeupyourgoddamnmind.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p3c44Fnciho/Swuytn3fyuI/AAAAAAAABC0/Ca0fXH9clBg/s400/makeupyourgoddamnmind.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407612274454022882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Inquirer, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make up your goddamn mind. Bodycounts do not rise and fall every other hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, &lt;br /&gt;Public Static&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29794265-8253327805383781593?l=redkinoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redkinoko.blogspot.com/feeds/8253327805383781593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29794265&amp;postID=8253327805383781593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29794265/posts/default/8253327805383781593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29794265/posts/default/8253327805383781593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redkinoko.blogspot.com/2009/11/inquirer-hates-numbers.html' title='Inquirer Hates Numbers'/><author><name>REDKINOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12513385746498034003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15263089634773936020'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p3c44Fnciho/Swuytn3fyuI/AAAAAAAABC0/Ca0fXH9clBg/s72-c/makeupyourgoddamnmind.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29794265.post-2066031471712295593</id><published>2009-11-19T10:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T23:45:35.037+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spore island'/><title type='text'>Spore Islands Cheats, Tips, and Tricks</title><content type='html'>Spore Islands is a facebook game based on the popular PC game SPORE. In this game, you play the invisible hand of evolution/intelligent design (whichever you think made us what we are). The game is mostly about balancing your creature's stats enough so that it thrives in the Spore Islands area map and dominates the other species. You can go to other people's maps as well for more points, and they can go to yours too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some cheats, tips, and tricks for Spore Islands that I've been able to figure during my playing time. I hope this guide will guide you to a better playing position. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You don't necessarily have to be the top of the food chain. If you can reproduce faster than your predators can eat you, you will still win in dominance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Using only one source of food is very risky, specially in crowded maps of Spore island. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Fastest way to accumulate points is to appoint friends who can design "food" creatures for yours. To be fair, you can also design "food" creatures for them. Food creatures are badly designed creatures that can be eaten by your creatures as additional sources of food, all the while ensuring they do not compete with your creatures in terms of resources (make them eat rare herbs for example) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If you're going for top predator, you can lower the sensitivity to danger to just one, because if anybody attacks you, you can always just annihilate them. Increase food/spark sensitivity instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When building noncarnivores, go for either the extremity of defense or speed. Speed works well with fast multiplication and light weight. Kinda like real life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lots of friends = more diversity = more points for all. So keep inviting people to your island. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The more creatures you have roaming in your island, the faster points accumulates. If you're the top predator, expect to dominate the early part of the round, but as your food falls and your numbers go up, hunger will kill off most of your kind. If you're unlucky and get one creature stuck on a creatureless sector, you will be left with no creatures at all! After that, it's going to be a tough climb back up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Adding up above, consistency is key. To avoid overpopulation and crashing afterwards, carefully balance out your reproduction rate with the available food, which varies from location to location, and the local inhabitants of the place. In the event that you're not on top of the chain however, you should also take into account the chance your creature will get eaten. Again, getting eaten is not such a bad thing, as long as you can sustain losses. Don't worry about having your creature's ass handed back to him everytime it gets into a fight.We're playing survival here of a species, not just one creature. Insects are weak compared to humans, but they outnumber us by a million to one. Same logic applies.  To sum up, do not overreproduce, do not underreproduce and you get the points. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- One interesting thing about this game is that what works for one island will not necessarily work on the next. Stats for every animal on your island is available in the main screen so you can copy interesting builds for your creatures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It's easy to give builds to people, but the fact is, all builds are equal and differ only by how well they interact with each other. The main objective of you as a player of this game is to figure out how to exploit the ecosystem. If you see a type of resource being underutilized, adopt your creature to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now, I'll add more tips and tricks later. Good luck with your spore island! Happy gaming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29794265-2066031471712295593?l=redkinoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redkinoko.blogspot.com/feeds/2066031471712295593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29794265&amp;postID=2066031471712295593' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29794265/posts/default/2066031471712295593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29794265/posts/default/2066031471712295593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redkinoko.blogspot.com/2009/11/spore-island-cheats-tips-and-tricks.html' title='Spore Islands Cheats, Tips, and Tricks'/><author><name>REDKINOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12513385746498034003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15263089634773936020'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29794265.post-8215303432480589514</id><published>2009-11-18T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T14:50:58.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The REAL Alternative for 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table id="post38925334" class="tborder" width="100%" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="6" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td class="alt1" id="td_post_38925334" style="border-right: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;           &lt;!-- icon and title --&gt;    &lt;div class="smallfont"&gt;          &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;!-- / icon and title --&gt;         &lt;!-- message --&gt;Tired of having to pick over fruits being handed out to you by dubious looking strangers? Me too. To be quite frank, picking a presidentiable right now feels like picking the type of firearm you want to shoot yourself with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="post_message_38925334"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need somebody who can represent our feeling that we're already tired of the usual gang of posers. Somebody who can make the country follow them. Make the country listen. We need people who can educate our masses. We need people who can foster values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fellow citizens, I hereby propose the creation of a new party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt;ayang &lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;yaw sa &lt;b&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;iwaling &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;ndibidwal, &lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt;alimbing, &lt;b&gt;O&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;rapo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PANAHON NA. TAYO NA. DOON SA BATIBOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y285/lalaki_ni_hudas/batibot.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President - Kuya Bodjie - Sino pa ba nag pwedeng makapagpasunod sa bayan na ito kundi ang ating "kuya" na kinalakihan? Sya lang ang kayang magasabi ng "Mga Bata!" na hindi mo iisiping kontra bida sya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vice President - Ate Sienna - Si Sienna, natural na vice president kasi magaling syang sumuporta sa mga layunin ni Bodjie, at hindi sya balimbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Department of Defense - Pong Pagong - May mas titibay pa ba sa pagong? Amphibious, malaki, matibay, malaki ang mata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Office of the Ombudsman - Kiko Matsing - Kung ungguyan din lang, si Ka Kiko na sasalo sa iyo. Walang makakapagtago sa baging ng batas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOST - Sitsiritsit - San ka pa? Alien to tol. From outerspace, hindi India. Hightech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOH - Alibangbang - Alam kong bawal ang nepotismo sa gobyerno, pero hindi naman talaga magkapatid sila ni Sitsiritsit. Preba? Hindi pareho ang apelyido nila. Dela Cruz si Sitsiritsit, Perez naman si Alibangbang. (sinabi nila sakin to dati, pero top secret daw kasi nga alien sila)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Press Secretary - Irma Daldal - Artista. Madaldal. Parang si Kris Aquino, pero walang STD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DECS - Kapitan Basa - Galit sa illiteracy at mga malimaling libro. Lumilipad. Kaya ba ng DECS secretary natin na lumipad? Pakyu. Dito na tayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DPWH - Koko Kwik-Kwak - Tutal naman walang may gusto sa kanya, inilagay sya sa DPWH, para kung maging tiwali sya, pwede natin syang ipabaril. Walang malulungkot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PANAHON NA. TAYO NA. DOON SA BATIBOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BATIBOT PARTY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VOTE STRAIGHT. VOTE SMART.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;!-- / message --&gt;                     &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29794265-8215303432480589514?l=redkinoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redkinoko.blogspot.com/feeds/8215303432480589514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29794265&amp;postID=8215303432480589514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29794265/posts/default/8215303432480589514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29794265/posts/default/8215303432480589514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redkinoko.blogspot.com/2009/11/real-alternative-for-2010.html' title='The REAL Alternative for 2010'/><author><name>REDKINOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12513385746498034003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15263089634773936020'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29794265.post-637537696164562724</id><published>2009-11-13T09:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T09:09:24.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaning of Workplace Objects</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here's a list of common items you find on the workdesks of your officemates. I've taken the time to translate what they're trying to convey and what they really mean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anime Figurines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I am a connoisseur of the oriental art of animation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I secretly masturbate to this figurine when nobody is around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;World's Best Dad Mug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have children who love me, hence the mug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My children are either largely unimaginative or gifted with the virtue of sarcasm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lots of paperwork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm a very busy person, back off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I hate mother nature, and digital information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Certificates/Trophies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I am the alpha employee in this office. Just take a look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- But it doesn't make up for my small penis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pictures of Children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My children are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If you hate long long tales of my kid's firsts, avoid bringing that topic up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chinese ornaments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I've very sensitive to the chi around me, which I feel compelled to protect with these artifacts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sometimes, I see dead people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rubbing Alcohol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm a very hygienic person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sometimes, when we talk, I imagine bacteria coming out of your mouth hitting my face. Gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29794265-637537696164562724?l=redkinoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redkinoko.blogspot.com/feeds/637537696164562724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29794265&amp;postID=637537696164562724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29794265/posts/default/637537696164562724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29794265/posts/default/637537696164562724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redkinoko.blogspot.com/2009/11/meaning-of-workplace-objects.html' title='Meaning of Workplace Objects'/><author><name>REDKINOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12513385746498034003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15263089634773936020'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29794265.post-6077650170465599876</id><published>2009-11-11T18:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T18:03:07.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Reasons the 2012 Apocalypse Will Not Happen</title><content type='html'>10. Duke Nukem Forever still needs to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. We're still waiting for Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie's offspring to grow up so we can see what happens when you win the biggest genetic powerball in history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Twilight Saga's next twenty films ensure we have bigger things to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I still haven't seen any cellphone capable of toasting bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Nobody's decided yet which religion will bring people to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Hell's probably still too overcrowded, no thanks to internet and internet p0rn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. After six years, Ragnarok Online is still in beta, as God intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Erap might win this election, in which case apocalypse will happen sooner than later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Kris Aquino can't run for presidency until the next election.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Chuck Norris does not wait for the apocalypse. The apocalypse waits for Chuck Norris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29794265-6077650170465599876?l=redkinoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redkinoko.blogspot.com/feeds/6077650170465599876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29794265&amp;postID=6077650170465599876' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29794265/posts/default/6077650170465599876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29794265/posts/default/6077650170465599876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redkinoko.blogspot.com/2009/11/top-10-reasons-2012-apocalypse-will-not.html' title='Top 10 Reasons the 2012 Apocalypse Will Not Happen'/><author><name>REDKINOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12513385746498034003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15263089634773936020'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29794265.post-8145246467693915647</id><published>2009-11-09T11:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T11:52:26.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Dates A Supermodel</title><content type='html'>I went out on a date with a supermodel one day. I was not even impressed. The whole night, I didn't even get to see her fly. The supermodel told me, "Are you fucking kidding me?" I told her no of course. I'm pretty sure supermodels can't be called super unless they can fly. They're just hiding it. Why else would they call the stage "RUNWAY"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29794265-8145246467693915647?l=redkinoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redkinoko.blogspot.com/feeds/8145246467693915647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29794265&amp;postID=8145246467693915647' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29794265/posts/default/8145246467693915647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29794265/posts/default/8145246467693915647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redkinoko.blogspot.com/2009/11/red-dates-supermodel.html' title='Red Dates A Supermodel'/><author><name>REDKINOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12513385746498034003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15263089634773936020'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29794265.post-1279022879335013072</id><published>2009-11-06T14:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T15:48:04.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabrina’s “I Love Acoustic: Intimate Interpretations of Your Favorite Hits  Download/Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Anyway, I thought I'd do some album reviewing for a while since I'm too busy at the moment to do full articles. I figured we can kick start with something mellow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p3c44Fnciho/SvPLiZJKXuI/AAAAAAAABCs/dFBXJv-TU_o/s1600-h/sabrina_cover-_i_love_acoustic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p3c44Fnciho/SvPLiZJKXuI/AAAAAAAABCs/dFBXJv-TU_o/s320/sabrina_cover-_i_love_acoustic.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400884169872662242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sabrina’s I Love Acoustic: Intimate Interpretations of Your Favorite Hits.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not kidding. That's the title of the album. Quite a mouthful, if you ask me, and not mention it sounds as frigging stupid as Buruguduystunstugudunstuy. Only for the latter's case, it's intentional. I mean really, Love? Acoustic? Intimate? Greatest Hits? What other random word do you need to chuck into the cover page? It's almost as if whoever thought of the title was desperate to catch the attention of the type of people who browse their music by keywords. To be fair though, nobody can ever judge an album's content by its cover, why, Jericho Rosales's album cover sucked too and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, nevermind. Let's just move on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As said in the album, Sabrina covers popular love songs in this album.  I really don't get why covering songs is all the rage nowadays. How long will we keep on accepting the reason for this is nostalgia? How about laziness? Yeah, that. Anyway, a good cover's still better than a bad new song, so let's just let that slide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few songs worthy of note for this album:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A Thousand Miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Vanessa Carlton has a notably fancy schlancy style, while keeping that snap at the end of her verses that adds a hint of poppiness to the song. Sabrina took that fanciness and ran around with it, ending with a song softer than the dongs of people who came in contact with Vina Morales. Also worthy to note, the original rendition is already ACOUSTIC, albeit PIANO acoustic. Which made me think that the only reason this was included is because people thought acoustic had something to do with being covered using a guitar or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Superman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A notably masculine song, sang by a female artist. Cute. But why change every "man" word in the song to "girl" and still keep the title? Fucking stupid. Seriously. Everytime I listen to this, I die a little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Way Back Into Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugh Grant sang this. Hugh Grant is the musical world's equivalent of the Little Engine That Could. Obviously this song is very very hard to screw up so Sabrina does okay here. Okay maybe not that much. What's with the strange falsetto (like there's a leaking airtank somewhere in the studio)? Falsetto is cute, but this is just too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the songs are pretty much the same. Sabrina likes to sing cute, which is something I'd like to hear when going to videokes with friends, not when I want to listen to something prerecorded. Too cute = maarte. That about sums up almost every song in this album. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Best Track?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're Beautiful by James Blunt. For some reason, Blunt's pussy-style of singing blends well with Sabrina's style, and barely makes up for the other covers. But that's just me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Overall Recommendation? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sabrina's I Love Acoustic: Intimate Interpretations of Your Favorite Hits is like those fancy chinaware every Filipino family has. Fancy as hell, but hardly something you'd find using on a regular basis, and if you do, it's only mostly to impress other people.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/file/dosczvlhney/Sabrina - I Love Acoustic.rar"&gt;Download The Album Via This Link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29794265-1279022879335013072?l=redkinoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redkinoko.blogspot.com/feeds/1279022879335013072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29794265&amp;postID=1279022879335013072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29794265/posts/default/1279022879335013072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29794265/posts/default/1279022879335013072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redkinoko.blogspot.com/2009/11/sabrinas-i-love-acoustic-intimate.html' title='Sabrina’s “I Love Acoustic: Intimate Interpretations of Your Favorite Hits  Download/Review'/><author><name>REDKINOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12513385746498034003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15263089634773936020'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p3c44Fnciho/SvPLiZJKXuI/AAAAAAAABCs/dFBXJv-TU_o/s72-c/sabrina_cover-_i_love_acoustic.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29794265.post-5592739116378413992</id><published>2009-10-30T13:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T15:13:37.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Disclosure</title><content type='html'>I just one to let this out. One more time. I am so fucking angry at my fucking job right now. For those of you who aren't too familiar about what I do, I am working for a year-old IT firm that absorbed my old company last year. Upon absorption, I retained my status as Lead Analyst of the Java team, and it's all been good. Or rather it would have, except after being absorbed by our new company, the workload that was coming from our client company more than doubled. Meanwhile, our team increased by a magnitude of big fat zero. Simple math says, everybody had to take in double responsibilities, and half the normal rest time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frequent friction between our team and our client's side lead to the decision of upper management that maybe, to solve issues that stem from people making mistakes because of overwork, it'd be a good idea to lynch everybody that made mistakes. Three more staff left/were force to leave, bringing our total strength from 16 to thirteen. One of the staff that got removed was my direct head, our section manager. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to see some nobody to take the now vacant helm, I was literally forced into taking my boss' position, without so much as an increase in pay, or even a change in title.  But I figured it had to be done, so I did it anyway. Our general manager said the promotion will follow eventually. My workload, already double, went triple because I had to do what my section manager used to do, on top of what I'm doing already. Chalk it up to experience. Suck it all in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were basically overloaded for the better half of this year. I couldn't even take one vacation leave for the last five months. Not a single fucking one. And we did our job as good as we could. My team basically outperformed the better part of this company in cost/revenue. And HK even sent good words to upper management for our performance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're not perfect and god knows we've had our share of mistakes along the way, but we knew we our standing. We were making money and the clients are happy. That's the bottom line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the appraisals. Our former section manager appraised most of my team, as well as me. And to his credit, I can understand his somewhat modest ratings, as it made sense to make sure that the bell curve to be normal, meaning more people get the middle value compared to the lower and upper extremes. We still got higher than the average so it's more than acceptable. (see graph) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After performing the appraisals, carefully informing the staff of their strengths and points of improvements, we submitted the results to management, who then performed the subsequent calculations for the actual performance adjustment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is where shit hit the fan. Somewhere along the way, somebody thought it wise to just move the scale up, even though it will pull everybody's scores down inexplicably and produce a motherfucking skewed distribution below. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the adjustment, all of my team members, including me, suddenly appeared subpar. On a scale from A-H, the highest any single member of my team got was E, while some of us did not even get a rank (because they were too low). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about pushing hard and slapping people in the face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine that? Working hard the whole year, being told by everybody including the upper management that your team is doing great, and is one miracle short of being Jesus and then you get a fucking F for all your hassles? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of that, and the amazingly stingy policy of management, I got a raise that's not even half of the first raise that I got when I started as a trainee, 5 years ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nevermind the money.  On top of that, upper management had the gall to tell my staff individually about complaints coming from HK, which appeared to be random, because even the highest regarded developers somehow got requests of demotion from HK. We verified this and the reports were obviously pulled out of thin air. No substantial evidence could be given. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I complained. Oh hell I complained. I asked management if they thought there was something wrong with the team getting real low results despite being good performers. They told me, yes there's something wrong with that. Then I ask them if it can be fixed. I got a big fat NO for an answer. You know what's worse than getting ripped? Being told by whoever ripped you that they really did rip you, but only because they know you can't do anything about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morale in our group has been in an all time low since that day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never been so insulted in my whole career as the day I got my appraisal results, to be honest. It wouldn't have hurt as much if it happened some other time. Any year but this year, because this year, fuck, I knew deep inside my heart that &lt;br /&gt;this was the year I tried hardest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I argued of course. And in the end, our general manager told me that he will try to make amends through the title adjustments that was supposed to happen after a month. If people got promoted, we figured, salaries are bound to go up and at the very least, people will get their needed reassurance that they didn't work their asses off just to get E's and F's.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier, during a meeting, we were told that the promotions will not happen anytime this year, and even if it did, that I cannot promote everybody - a stark contrast to what I was told, and what I committed to my staff, simply because it's "hard" to do. Funny, because I can't remember an instance we stopped doing something just because it was "hard". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appraisals are supposed to give people something to look forward to, something that will make them want to work more, because god knows work in itself is just toxic. This year, the appraisal worked opposite, making you just want to work less sterlingly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And personally, doing management work while retaining my old title is awkward as fuck. Nobody wants to get instructed by somebody who's barely their rank. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People will think this post is biased on my side, because I'm angry and I just need to vent out. I don't really care. I have numbers to back my side. Substantial numbers that can prove beyond the shadow of the doubt how much BS we got for our efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29794265-5592739116378413992?l=redkinoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redkinoko.blogspot.com/feeds/5592739116378413992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29794265&amp;postID=5592739116378413992' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29794265/posts/default/5592739116378413992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29794265/posts/default/5592739116378413992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redkinoko.blogspot.com/2009/10/full-disclosure.html' title='Full Disclosure'/><author><name>REDKINOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12513385746498034003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15263089634773936020'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29794265.post-7157834863146181064</id><published>2009-10-29T09:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T09:33:18.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MindBlogging: This Is It (the movie)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;9:40PM, Outside the theater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that Ben playing in the audio system? They're really going all out on this one huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I see lots of people outside the theater. This is the last full show. Why are there so many people? Somebody might recognize me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson hat count: five. Fuck it, I'mma go get me popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sweet. This popcorn can only be the best tribute to Michael. Overflowing pop inside a plastic container. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my sisters are screaming like crazy. I should have bought something else. Like a face mask. Or extra dignity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;9:45 Inside the theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hey, trailers. I love trailers. They don't have Michael Jackson innit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, New Moon. I've changed my mind. On with the movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisters are screaming again. I can feel parts of my soul silently shrinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has got to be the longest "The Making Of" show I've ever seen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, more commentaries from crusty white people and too-perky-to-be-normal black people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this kinda makes things more like "This Would've Been It" instead of "This Is It".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson is just so meticulous in everything. If I were one of these people, who rehearsed for months for a big fat nothing, I'd probably kill the doctor who OD'ed Jacko. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not make jokes about children appearing in this movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not make jokes about children appearing in this movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not make jokes about children appearing in this movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisters are screaming and clapping after every performance. The crowd's getting infected. I hear sporadic screaming too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson started thanking everybody in his family but Janet Jackson. Does this mean the superbowl titty got her disowned? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disowned by the weirdest person on earth. Wow that sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be fair, at 50 years old, Michael's in pretty good shape. But then again, plastic is supposed to last for hundreds of years before decaying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my sister is staring at me. She can read my thoughts. I know it. I have to be careful. Rabid fans are deadlier than drunks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More screaming. It's official. My sisters are now officially barred from mocking rabid Twilight fans. Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a cute screaming MJ fan four rows above me. I wonder if she'll put out if I tell her I've seen the '96 concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On second thought, I'd rather stay here and try to recuperate what dignity I have left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of popcorn. I'm on my own now. Damn it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 hour and 30 minutes. It's official, this shit is longer than the tribute we gave Mother Teresa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credit roll. Wow, the movie is actually over. My sisters are not leaving. The other fans are staying behind too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cannot be good. This cannot be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, there's something else after the credits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole theater is screaming now, including the fat chinese guy behidn me. I'm panicking. I'm panicking. I'm panicking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;False alarm. I need to urinate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29794265-7157834863146181064?l=redkinoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redkinoko.blogspot.com/feeds/7157834863146181064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29794265&amp;postID=7157834863146181064' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29794265/posts/default/7157834863146181064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29794265/posts/default/7157834863146181064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redkinoko.blogspot.com/2009/10/mindblogging-this-is-it-movie.html' title='MindBlogging: This Is It (the movie)'/><author><name>REDKINOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12513385746498034003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15263089634773936020'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29794265.post-2074893529892573995</id><published>2009-10-26T12:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T12:13:51.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Philippine Stock Broker Codes</title><content type='html'>This post is more of a post for me than you guys. Here is a list of Philippine stock broker and their corresponding broker codes. You will need this when monitoring which Brokerage is buying/selling what stock, specially when tracking the movements of holding companies. If it's relevant to your interests, you're welcome. If it's not, come back tomorrow or later. We'll talk about something else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broker Number  Broker Name&lt;br /&gt;101  A &amp; A Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;104  A.T. De Castro Securities Corporation&lt;br /&gt;237  Aaa Southeast Equities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;112  Ab Capital Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;102  Abacus Securities Corporation&lt;br /&gt;103  Accord Capital Equities Corporation&lt;br /&gt;369  Active Earnings, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;232  Alakor Securities Corporation&lt;br /&gt;105  All Asiasecurities Management Corporation&lt;br /&gt;106  Alpha Securities Corporation&lt;br /&gt;110  Angping &amp; Associates Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;111  Ansaldo, Godinez &amp; Company, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;255  Apex Phils. Equities Corporation&lt;br /&gt;388  Armstrong Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;116  Asia Pacific Capital Equities &amp; Securities Corp.&lt;br /&gt;117  Asiamerit Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;118  Asiasec Equities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;119  Astra Securities Corporation&lt;br /&gt;120  Atc Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;220  Atr Kimeng Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;167  Aurora Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;124  B. H. Chua Securities Corporation&lt;br /&gt;109  Ba Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;279  Bdo Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;122  Belson Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;123  Benjamin Co Ca &amp; Company, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;272  Bernad Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;221  Bnp Paribas Investment (Phils.), Inc.&lt;br /&gt;207  Bnp Paribas Peregrine Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;126  Bpi Securities Corporation&lt;br /&gt;128  Campos, Lanuza &amp; Company, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;186  Cdib Venture Investment (Asia) Limited&lt;br /&gt;130  Century Securities Corporation&lt;br /&gt;226  Chilip, Christopher&lt;br /&gt;173  Christfund Securities (Phils.), Inc.&lt;br /&gt;134  Citicorp Securities International (Rp), Inc.&lt;br /&gt;203  Citiseconline.Com., Inc.&lt;br /&gt;133  Citisecurities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;323  Clsa Philippines, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;387  Coherco Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;141  Cualoping Securities Corporation&lt;br /&gt;204  Da Market Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;143  David Go Securities Corporation&lt;br /&gt;142  Dbp-Daiwa Securities Smbc Philippines., Inc.&lt;br /&gt;184  Dbs Vickers Securities (Phils.), Inc.&lt;br /&gt;209  Deutsche Regis Partners, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;145  Diversified Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;328  Dw Capital, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;212  E*Trade Securities Corporation&lt;br /&gt;147  E. Chua Chiaco Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;283  Eagle Equities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;150  Eastern Securities Development Corp.&lt;br /&gt;149  Eastwest Capital Corporation&lt;br /&gt;151  Ebc Securities Corporation&lt;br /&gt;261  Eib Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;153  Equitiworld Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;154  Evergreen Stock Brokerage &amp; Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;162  F. Yap Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;155  Feb Stock Brokers, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;243  Fidelity Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;156  Finvest Securities Company, Inc&lt;br /&gt;159  First Integrated Capital Sec., Inc.&lt;br /&gt;267  First Metro Securities Brokerage Corporation&lt;br /&gt;157  First Orient Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;108  Five Karats Property Holdings, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;160  Fortune Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;161  Francisco Ortigas Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;288  G. D. Tan &amp; Company, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;165  G. K. Goh Securities (Phils.), Inc.&lt;br /&gt;168  Globalinks Securities &amp; Stocks, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;191  Go, Ma. Angelica V.&lt;br /&gt;285  Golden Tower Sec. &amp; Holdings, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;170  Goldstar Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;289  Grand Asia Secuirites, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;172  Guild Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;171  Guoco Securities (Phils.), Inc.&lt;br /&gt;175  H.E. Bennett Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;174  Hdi Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;177  Highland Securities Phils., Inc.&lt;br /&gt;178  Hk Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;268  Hsbc Securities(Philippines), Inc.&lt;br /&gt;179  I. Ackerman &amp; Company, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;180  I. B. Gimenez Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;140  Igc Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;182  Imperial De Guzman, Abalos &amp; Co., Inc.&lt;br /&gt;183  Intra-Invest Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;181  Investors Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;188  J. M. Barcelon &amp; Company, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;185  J. P. Morgan Securities Philippines, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;125  Jaka Securities Corporation&lt;br /&gt;265  Jocrison Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;234  John Dy Hianto&lt;br /&gt;169  Jsg Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;271  Kgi Securities (Phils.), Inc.&lt;br /&gt;389  King`S Power Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;193  Larrgo Securities Company, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;187  Lee Hiong T. Wee&lt;br /&gt;195  Litonjua Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;197  Lopez, Locsin, Ledesma &amp; Company, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;198  Lucky Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;199  Luy`S Securities Company, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;121  Macquarie Capital Securities (Philippines), Inc.&lt;br /&gt;139  Magnum International Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;200  Mandarin Securities Corporation&lt;br /&gt;201  Marian Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;202  Marino Olondriz Y Cia&lt;br /&gt;208  Mdr Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;205  Mercantile Securities Corp.&lt;br /&gt;206  Meridian Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;210  Mount Peak Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;211  New World Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;213  Nieves Sanchez, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;214  Nomura Securities Phils., Inc.&lt;br /&gt;228  Norman Vincent L. Wee&lt;br /&gt;227  Ocbc Securities Phils., Inc.&lt;br /&gt;215  Optimum Securities Corporation&lt;br /&gt;245  Orion-Squire Capital, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;218  Pan Asia Securities Corporation&lt;br /&gt;219  Papa Securities Corporation&lt;br /&gt;287  Paragon Strategic Holdings, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;282  Pcci Securities Brokers Corp.&lt;br /&gt;131  Pcib Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;250  Pearlbank Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;276  Phil-Progress Securities Corp.&lt;br /&gt;138  Phileoallied Securities (Philippines), Inc.&lt;br /&gt;338  Philippine Equity Partners, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;132  Philippine Ta Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;222  Pierce Interlink Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;223  Platinum Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;224  Pnb Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;225  Premium Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;229  Public Securities Corporation&lt;br /&gt;230  Quality Investment &amp; Securities Corp.&lt;br /&gt;231  R &amp; L Investments, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;233  R. Coyiuto Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;236  R. Nubla Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;238  R.S. Lim &amp; Company, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;152  Rashid Hussain Securities (Phils.), Inc.&lt;br /&gt;176  Rbs Asia Securities Inc.&lt;br /&gt;217  Rcbc Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;235  Regina Capital Development Corp.&lt;br /&gt;239  Rtg &amp; Company, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;240  S.J. Roxas &amp; Company, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;241  Sapphire Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;113  Sarangani Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;115  Sb Equities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;368  Securities 2000, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;148  Securities Plus, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;242  Securities Specialists, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;258  Sg Securities (Hk) Limited&lt;br /&gt;129  Sincere Securities Corporation&lt;br /&gt;286  Solar Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;247  Standard Securities Corporation&lt;br /&gt;192  Strategic Equities Corporation&lt;br /&gt;246  Summit Securities, Inc&lt;br /&gt;248  Sun Hung Kai Securities (Phils.), Inc.&lt;br /&gt;249  Supreme Stockbroker, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;251  Tansengco &amp; Company, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;252  The First Resources Management &amp; Securities Corporation&lt;br /&gt;280  Topwin Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;253  Tower Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;254  Trans-Asia Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;256  Trendline Securities Corporation&lt;br /&gt;257  Tri-State Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;136  Triton Securities Corporation&lt;br /&gt;333  Ubs Securities Philippines Inc.&lt;br /&gt;259  Ucpb Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;345  Unicapital Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;260  Uob-Kay Hian Securities (Philippines), Inc.&lt;br /&gt;100  Upcc Securities Corporation&lt;br /&gt;190  Value Quest Securities Corporation&lt;br /&gt;158  Velasco, Geronimo Jr. F.&lt;br /&gt;263  Venture Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;266  Vicsal Securities &amp; Stock Brokerage, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;135  Vsec.Com Inc.&lt;br /&gt;269  Wealth Securities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;270  Westlink Global Equities, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;146  Wise Securities Phils., Inc.&lt;br /&gt;273  Wong Securities Corporation&lt;br /&gt;274  Worldsec International Sec. (Phils.) Inc.&lt;br /&gt;275  Yao &amp; Zialcita, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;277  Yaptinchay Securities Corporation&lt;br /&gt;278  Yu &amp; Company, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29794265-2074893529892573995?l=redkinoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redkinoko.blogspot.com/feeds/2074893529892573995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29794265&amp;postID=2074893529892573995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29794265/posts/default/2074893529892573995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29794265/posts/default/2074893529892573995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redkinoko.blogspot.com/2009/10/philippine-stock-broker-codes.html' title='Philippine Stock Broker Codes'/><author><name>REDKINOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12513385746498034003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15263089634773936020'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29794265.post-6035523986601020748</id><published>2009-10-25T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T00:32:21.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Legarda: Underachieving Her Way To Success</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p3c44Fnciho/SuMpVep43kI/AAAAAAAABCk/LJjjb3_2gMM/s1600-h/15b14cf69.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p3c44Fnciho/SuMpVep43kI/AAAAAAAABCk/LJjjb3_2gMM/s320/15b14cf69.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396202227502734914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here's something new in our proud history as a country whose government's entertainment value exceeds that of the actual entertainment industry: Loren Legarda - notable political driftwood, major consumer of what appears to be transformative cosmetics, and bitter loser of the last election for vice president, has announced her intention to run as - wait for it - VICE PRESIDENT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a co-runner for the presidential position. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really find it  strange to find her running again as vice president. We're all encouraged to keep on trying until we're dead (see Ping Lacson for more info) but I think this has to be the first time somebody has ever been deadset into running as Vice-President, a position usually reserved for only three types of  politicians: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Presidentiables who figured they just can't win&lt;br /&gt;2. People who got bribed into running for posterity purposes&lt;br /&gt;3. Presidentiables who can't read and mistakenly checked Vice President instead during the filing of candidacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, somebody runs for president and just asks anybody who has a pulse and good hair (the only basic requirements for successfully acting as a vice president in this country) as a running mate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Loren Legarda's decided to go against that trend. In a sweet reverse of situation, she's decided to gun for second place, making her the political equivalent of the student who studies just to barely pass. AND she's looking for a presidential running mate. We may be seeing the birth of a new career: Professional Vice Presidentiable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call center agents, watch out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just might be the next big thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29794265-6035523986601020748?l=redkinoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redkinoko.blogspot.com/feeds/6035523986601020748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29794265&amp;postID=6035523986601020748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29794265/posts/default/6035523986601020748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29794265/posts/default/6035523986601020748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redkinoko.blogspot.com/2009/10/legarda-underachieving-her-way-to.html' title='Legarda: Underachieving Her Way To Success'/><author><name>REDKINOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12513385746498034003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15263089634773936020'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p3c44Fnciho/SuMpVep43kI/AAAAAAAABCk/LJjjb3_2gMM/s72-c/15b14cf69.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29794265.post-4152933108900809481</id><published>2009-10-20T13:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T14:05:51.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>News Brief for this Week</title><content type='html'>The DepEd is now being indicted once more for purchasing expensive shampoo for the children.  Shampoo? Really? Looks like somebody had the wrong idea when we told them to take care of the kids' heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;International storm "Lupit" is headed our way. Something's wrong. "Lupit" should be the local name. "Kickass" should be the international name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gunmen stormed a timepiece store last Sunday in Greenbelt 5, taking about 6 million pesos worth of Rolex and Tudor watches. It should be worth noting that nobody touched the Fossil watches on display, proving once and for all that nobody gives a fuck about Fossil whether they're on your hand or they're up for stealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Dangerous Drugs Board chief-drug-user Sotto, 14 mayors are now under watch for involvement in drugs. The only reason they could only tag 14 is that the rest are too high up in the clouds to be investigated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Koreans were arrested last Sunday after getting caught smoking pot outside a disco in Cebu city. A Korean representative visited the two afterward in an attempt to get the whole story of the incident. Yeah, sure. Good luck there, buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29794265-4152933108900809481?l=redkinoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redkinoko.blogspot.com/feeds/4152933108900809481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29794265&amp;postID=4152933108900809481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29794265/posts/default/4152933108900809481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29794265/posts/default/4152933108900809481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redkinoko.blogspot.com/2009/10/news-brief-for-this-week.html' title='News Brief for this Week'/><author><name>REDKINOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12513385746498034003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15263089634773936020'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29794265.post-6031385770706901156</id><published>2009-10-19T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T16:12:51.977+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swimming'/><title type='text'>Different Swimming Styles</title><content type='html'>Lately I've been going back to my regular Sunday swimming routine just to remind myself how out-of-shape I am. To celebrate the effort I spent to convince myself to leave the comfort of my room, and on a Sunday afternoon for that matter, I will now write about the different types of swimming strokes. On a lighter note, funny how they call swimming styles "strokes", since I can only think of two other uses for that word. One of them leads in masculine pleasure, and the other, in death. Anyway, on with the article!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Freestyle &lt;/span&gt;-  When talking about freestyle swimming, I imagine the usual anything-goes dogpaddling that often leads to looking retarded/cramping/drowing, in that order for most cases. This is, of course, not correct, but it looks like what people know about freestyle isn't either. Hah. As a little trivia, the "freestyle" often described on TV is not actually freestyle but is a fast stroke  called the "Front Crawl", presumably named by the Committee of Ironic Names. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The term freestyle actually refers to the general rule that you can swim any way you want in a freestyle race. It just so happens that the "crawl" style is the fastest. I know. Shut up already. Anyway, the front stroke  is currently the fastest stroke in the world, at least until somebody discovers how to use releasing liquids from our various orifices as a turbo mechanism of sorts, shortly afterwhich the Olympic committee will probably decide to have competitors fight it out on seperate pools in the interest of hygiene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breast Stroke &lt;/span&gt; - The breast stroke is said to be the oldest stroke in the world, used even during the prehistoric times, but not probably by the dinosaurs, as most of them simply do not have the arm length to swim. The breast stroke is often referred to as the laziest of the swimming strokes next to drowning, which could actually be counted as the oldest stroke that _doesnt_ require the person to actually survive the activity. Anyway, breaststroke leaves the swimmers head above the water for a very long time, enabling the person to do small talk while swimming. Which is a good thing if you have a hot chick swimming beside you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to the idea that lazy stroke means easy stroke, the breast stroke is actually one of the hardest strokes to perform, as it requires a special sense of timing and ridiculously strong legs for the frog kick motion. But of course, good luck explaining that to the people who don't see what the rest of your body is doing while swimming. They probably think you're just doing the dogpaddle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Backstroke&lt;/span&gt; - The back stroke is one of many types of swimming on your back, and is probably one of the only few strokes that don't make you look like you are being raped by a water nypmh (see  Makes you gay; reverse breast stroke) Although the form of backstroke is very similar to that used during front crawl, the inverted position makes the swimmer use a completely different set of muscles, making backstroke the ideal compliment for front crawl users who want a fullbody workout and have a particular deathwish. The backstroke is the third leading cause of water cramps - next only to horseplay and swimming while a sexy lifeguard is on duty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Butterfly stroke&lt;/span&gt; - The butterfly stroke is yet another awkwardly named stroke, since any man who can perform the stroke is anything but gay. If it were up to me, I'd have named it "If I were to do this shit out of the water, you'd be dead by now" stroke. The butterfly stroke is the newest, hardest, and most aesthetic stroke around, and in short bursts, it also is the fastest stroke around. If swimming will ever become an extreme sport, this would be the main event. With or without sharks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the difficulty of the stroke is not evident, just think for a moment that on the recovery phase of the stroke, you are required to have your body from the waist up to be over water. That's borderline flying over water, halfway close to what Jesus was able to do. And you have to do that while catching your breath. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The butterfly stroke is a style also used mainly to swim in choppy waters like the open ocean. Presumably because breaststroke is too slow, while freestyle requires as minimal terbulence in the water as possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either that or butterfly stroke users are just badass and would not swim anywhere but the open sea, with other dangerous things like Great Whites and the Cloverfield Monster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29794265-6031385770706901156?l=redkinoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redkinoko.blogspot.com/feeds/6031385770706901156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29794265&amp;postID=6031385770706901156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29794265/posts/default/6031385770706901156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29794265/posts/default/6031385770706901156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redkinoko.blogspot.com/2009/10/different-swimming-styles.html' title='Different Swimming Styles'/><author><name>REDKINOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12513385746498034003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15263089634773936020'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29794265.post-3545900310438801765</id><published>2009-10-15T17:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T17:28:37.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Man's Advice to the Heartbroken</title><content type='html'>Getting dumped sucks. Getting dumped in the midst of an f'ing storm sucks even more. But what can I say? Sh*t happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't give you bullsh*t nicey pansy sunshines-and-flowers-all over advice because frankly, nothing's going to help you feel really better in the long run. Beer, women, dating, friends, religion? They're drops of water amidst a raging inferno. Nice, but useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. You're going to feel bad. After that, you're going to feel worse. Then you're going to want to have her back, swallowing pride, dignity, and testicles (case to case) in the process. And it's going to feel worse once you're trying that. You will want to vomit your heart out, but even after you've thrown up as much as you can, the heart will still be there. The hurt will remain. That's what breakups are like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only comfort you can take in is that you are not alone. Every other guy in this forum whose lovelife doesn't consist of masturbating to pictures of ABS-CBN notebooks and/or hentai has probably gotten hurt once or twice before. It's kinda like circumcision, for REAL men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever got into a fight where you lost so bad, got punched in the face so hard so many times that you can almost hear St. Peter call for a stretcher to wait for the arrival of whatever's left of you in heaven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your face will swell and each throb afterwards will feel like a nut punch delivered straight to your face. That's a lot like getting dumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know, after a while, you just get used to the pain and forget its even there. You will not be able to recall the exact moment your body will go "f*ck this, I got better things to do than say ouch like a pansy" but it will happen. In due time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the same can be said of getting dumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take a hit, you shout like a madman, then you realize it's not something that you can die from. You grumble. You forget. You move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recap:&lt;br /&gt;1. prepare for lots of hurt&lt;br /&gt;2. stay long enough to realize it's gone&lt;br /&gt;3. send me her revealing pictures/vids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. (I'm not kidding, you haven't seen sh*t yet. It's going to HURT.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s. (I'm not kidding about the pics either. GO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29794265-3545900310438801765?l=redkinoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redkinoko.blogspot.com/feeds/3545900310438801765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29794265&amp;postID=3545900310438801765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29794265/posts/default/3545900310438801765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29794265/posts/default/3545900310438801765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redkinoko.blogspot.com/2009/10/mans-advice-to-heartbroken.html' title='A Man&apos;s Advice to the Heartbroken'/><author><name>REDKINOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12513385746498034003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15263089634773936020'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29794265.post-5948145390832922497</id><published>2009-10-07T12:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T12:26:25.079+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stock trading'/><title type='text'>Stock Talks NI SRO Notes (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>To those following Nihao Mineral Resources (NI), &lt;a href="http://redkinoko.blogspot.com/2009/09/stock-talks-ni-sro-notes.html"&gt;after I posted my last entry about the stock&lt;/a&gt;, the price of the stock came crashing down like a badly made house of cards down from 14.25 to a measly 11 pesos just before the EX date. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY SHIT THAT WAS SCARY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computing the paperlosses if you bailed out at the last minute, it would have been very bloody. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p3c44Fnciho/SswW-atqNuI/AAAAAAAABBw/flqxbHVocmU/s1600-h/nihao.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 103px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p3c44Fnciho/SswW-atqNuI/AAAAAAAABBw/flqxbHVocmU/s400/nihao.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389708115634173666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a whopping 20% cutloss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd admit I cut losses as well at some point during the drop. The fear kinda just got to me. But that's just how trading goes. Anyway, the SRO came and went and yesterday, the intial price settled at, guess what, 3.25. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break even for the guys who bought at 14.25. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not really how it ends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of the end of today, the price of the stock has risen to 4.8 and it still looks poised to trend up further in the medium term. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means 4.8/3.25 =  50% paper gain on your investment, or following our example, 70,000 pesos for December on top of the initial 140,000 investment. Fuck time deposit. This is like Back-To-The-Future-Time Deposit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, paper gain is paper gain, and from what I've seen, prices on the release date come december will probably send prices dropping again, regardless of market status, but with the jockeys around, chances are they wont really let it end at 5 pesos per share. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the only factor we have left for this equation is, "What will happen to the market in 2 months time?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29794265-5948145390832922497?l=redkinoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redkinoko.blogspot.com/feeds/5948145390832922497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29794265&amp;postID=5948145390832922497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29794265/posts/default/5948145390832922497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29794265/posts/default/5948145390832922497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redkinoko.blogspot.com/2009/10/stock-talks-ni-sro-notes-part-2.html' title='Stock Talks NI SRO Notes (Part 2)'/><author><name>REDKINOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12513385746498034003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15263089634773936020'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p3c44Fnciho/SswW-atqNuI/AAAAAAAABBw/flqxbHVocmU/s72-c/nihao.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29794265.post-1133824925811385802</id><published>2009-10-06T21:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T21:13:21.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coco Jumbo - Mr. President</title><content type='html'>I think I first heard of this song back in 1997. I'll leave this video here and let you contemplate on the meaning of "coco jumbo" and its contribution to society. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SaZlFRL0ZB4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SaZlFRL0ZB4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29794265-1133824925811385802?l=redkinoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redkinoko.blogspot.com/feeds/1133824925811385802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29794265&amp;postID=1133824925811385802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29794265/posts/default/1133824925811385802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29794265/posts/default/1133824925811385802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redkinoko.blogspot.com/2009/10/coco-jumbo-mr-president.html' title='Coco Jumbo - Mr. President'/><author><name>REDKINOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12513385746498034003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15263089634773936020'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29794265.post-1165088781037763151</id><published>2009-10-03T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T22:24:46.138+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>Quotes for the Season</title><content type='html'>Good foreplay is like wading in flood. It should get you wet only where you want to be, and not so much it gives you an infection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One positive thing about people panic buying: The following week, you're guaranteed fresh stock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying braving 200km winds won't kill you because it's just wind is like saying hookers are safe because they're just women wearing funny outfits. (tip: it's what they're bringing that does)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the reason why they've started to use men names for storms is because more and more men are starting to act like women (from nikumanju &lt;3) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are wondering why DSWD kept on distributing supplies in Makati even to those that weren't too affected by Ondoy. It probably has something to do with their local government flooding them neck-up in bullshit about "ganito kami..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm all against the statement that the storms were caused by the nation's sinners. That's bull. If it's true, the first district to have flooded should've been the red light districts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more serious note, there's nothing funny about what happened to our fellow countrymen. Keep the donations coming, and let's all stay vigilant against any further complications that we might come across. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29794265-1165088781037763151?l=redkinoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redkinoko.blogspot.com/feeds/1165088781037763151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29794265&amp;postID=1165088781037763151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29794265/posts/default/1165088781037763151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29794265/posts/default/1165088781037763151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redkinoko.blogspot.com/2009/10/quotes-for-season.html' title='Quotes for the Season'/><author><name>REDKINOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12513385746498034003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15263089634773936020'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29794265.post-28159804365396390</id><published>2009-10-01T17:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T17:57:28.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Four years is a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me to my face that we never had a chance, but her avoiding eyes were never meant for lying. People outside the cafe moved about, like a flowing river that served as her only diversion from the ugly truth. I remember her lips slightly trembling, I remember every damning minute and detail of it all, as though her very actions spoke to me that day, that if she, if we, could've tried harder to just stop our busy lives and listen to what we both had kept so often to ourselves, that we would not be in that coffeeshop and not be talking about the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were both civil about things. I, for the most part, felt that it was the last thing I could do for her as a boyfriend. I openly admitted that I had been too busy for work and that she had her needs that I willfully neglected in providing. All those raincheck dinners, canceled dates, missed calls. It was clear whose fault it was. I didn't even make excuses. The coming of another person in our relationship was more of a consequence than a cause, and the silence between me and her was a testament to that fact. I touched her cheek, she looked at me again. "If in the future," she told me in a fidgeting unsure tone, "we still don't find what we are looking for, please know that I'm willing to give this, us, a chance again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I touch her arms once and shook my head once. Her face paled and she finally shed long abated tears, not because we broke something special, but because it was lost long before we could ever strain it hard enough to break, and that there was no turning things back as much as she wished she could, for broken things could be mended, but lost things were rarely ever found again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of our stay there we just sat silently in front of each other, on opposite chairs, about as far as we were when we first went out, and perhaps as close as we would ever get again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kept our feelings jarred inside up to the last moment, too dignified, too proud, and too damned to show each other how weak we were. Ah, those times. It was such a tragedy, like a party ending without the fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For we both thought things would end with a bang, but horrified at the eventuality that died with a passing whimper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like most good things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29794265-28159804365396390?l=redkinoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redkinoko.blogspot.com/feeds/28159804365396390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29794265&amp;postID=28159804365396390' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29794265/posts/default/28159804365396390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29794265/posts/default/28159804365396390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redkinoko.blogspot.com/2009/10/remember.html' title='Remember?'/><author><name>REDKINOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12513385746498034003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15263089634773936020'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29794265.post-8028618272120466548</id><published>2009-09-30T22:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T23:50:42.641+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kingdom Hearts'/><title type='text'>Kingdom Hearts DS R4 Revolution 358/2 Days Download</title><content type='html'>Surprise surprise. Kingdom Hearts 358/2 Days for the Nintendo DS is out, with a whopping 250++MB of memory requirement, and a new piracy protection scheme. I was afraid my cloned &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;R4 Revolution III&lt;/span&gt; wouldn't be able to handle it but after experimenting with some of the available patches online, one of them actually worked. (so far) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rapidshare download after the skip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had to use the patching program @ GBATemp.Net but in the process I had to reupdate my .NET plugin for my pc after some minor complications. No biggie. Since I know half of the people who will be stumbling across this post can't even be bothered to execute an already prepackaged patching program without every having their hands dirtied by actual hex editing, or god forbid, reverse engineering, I've taken the liberty of uploading a copy in Rapidshare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. don't ask me to do the same in megaupload. I hate their site and I don't like my pc being raped by trojans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to &lt;a href="http://gbatemp.net/index.php?download=7223"&gt;AntonKan &lt;/a&gt;who made it possible to work around Squeenix's piracy protection by just using a few &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can download the NDS file here: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: removed, file oversized. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just try to manually patch using this link until I find some other place to upload. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://gbatemp.net/index.php?download=7223&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to suggest the location. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29794265-8028618272120466548?l=redkinoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redkinoko.blogspot.com/feeds/8028618272120466548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29794265&amp;postID=8028618272120466548' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29794265/posts/default/8028618272120466548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29794265/posts/default/8028618272120466548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redkinoko.blogspot.com/2009/09/kingdom-hearts-ds-r4-revolution-3582.html' title='Kingdom Hearts DS R4 Revolution 358/2 Days Download'/><author><name>REDKINOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12513385746498034003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15263089634773936020'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry></feed>