<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162199112038081729</id><updated>2011-11-23T07:17:44.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOOTPRINTS Ver 2.0</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vyruss.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162199112038081729/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vyruss.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sherwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04661491879641557768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/185/421775910_54e36ec15b_o.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162199112038081729.post-5648539215601565438</id><published>2011-11-23T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T07:17:44.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't get too easily discouraged</title><content type='html'>Occasionally, you may come across someone who appears as if they were born an expert in something. Perhaps it's sport, meeting people, business or family. Some of us just seem to be stars, while others are common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no doubt that natural ability plays a role in determining life's winners and losers. And most of us also acknowledge that work plays a part. The more effort you put into something, the better you'll become at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's a third factor that's equally important, I believe. That's the ability to overcome discouragement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's face it, in almost any arena we choose to play, the first few times we're going to suck. To imagine you can try out something unfamiliar and not spend time falling flat on your face is simply unrealistic. Sure, it would be great if we could be the best straight away, but that's not going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is often what separates life's winners from life's losers. If you can wear early discouragement, and continue on despite it. Being able to push past those feelings of low self-worth, doubt and fear is a skill in itself. If you can train yourself in it, you'll do much better in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who appear more resourceful than others often have this ability in spades. When others run away with their tail between their legs, such people stand their ground. They're willing to accept that the odd humiliating failure is just part of dealing with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realising that this is the case can, in fact, be a great cure for discouragement. If you feel yourself sinking into self-doubt, simply remind yourself that it's all part of the process of becoming successful. The more humiliating failures you have to your name, the further you likely are along the road to success. I'm not suggesting you should deliberately set out to fail, just realise that it's an inevitable bend in the road towards what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put effort into developing the skill of not getting too easily discouraged. It's difficult to do, but definitely worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162199112038081729-5648539215601565438?l=vyruss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vyruss.blogspot.com/feeds/5648539215601565438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vyruss.blogspot.com/2011/11/dont-get-too-easily-discouraged.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162199112038081729/posts/default/5648539215601565438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162199112038081729/posts/default/5648539215601565438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vyruss.blogspot.com/2011/11/dont-get-too-easily-discouraged.html' title='Don&apos;t get too easily discouraged'/><author><name>Sherwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04661491879641557768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/185/421775910_54e36ec15b_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162199112038081729.post-2410135546202218081</id><published>2011-08-10T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T11:27:27.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Birth of a Miracle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blogabee.com/home/wp-content/gallery/toyota-vios/toyota-vios-black.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 191px;" src="http://blogabee.com/home/wp-content/gallery/toyota-vios/toyota-vios-black.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bring the whole tithe into the storehouse, that there may be food in my house. Test me in this,” says the LORD Almighty, “and see if I will not throw open the floodgates of heaven and pour out so much blessing that there will not be room enough to store it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Malachi 3:10&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The story begins not at the day I had gotten my ride but starts way before it, when I was still driving my previous car, Nissan Sunny Saloon with Automatic transmission which was about 16 years old when I traded in for my now 1.6L Vios E (Mica Black)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Petrol prices were soaring upwards to the north, from when I had my first car Honda Accord 1986 Saloon, back then it was like $0.90 per liter 2003 to the day I wanted to sell my 2nd car, which was the Nissan Sunny, which was about $1.80 per liter, that car doing a 9.5 km/l works out a running cost of about $400 petrol per month. And the killer was every year, road tax for 6 months and insurance would be $2000… so I would usually see all my hard earned savings just go down the drain into maintaining the car. Do your maths and you will know how much I spend just driving, excluding parking and other maintenance cost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back in 2008 at my church Asia conference, it was when the COE had hit $2, before rising crazily afterwards, but it was then that I was given the idea that I should take the chance to change my car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, I could not afford a new car then, and I looked to God for an answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I presented my case to the God in prayer, on the condition that I wanted a car at the lowest price possible, a NEW car, not 2nd hand. And I stapled on a condition, that it would be an asset, rather than a liability.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thus, I waited for an opportunity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2009 came. And the recession had ended, with the aftershocks still having impact on the economy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;End February 2009, I was sitting in office when I had a nudge from the Holy spirit that I should buy a car. COE was hovering at 2K and it was a pretty good time, as my savings seem to fit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course I had many cars in mind to get, from a favorite Lotus Elise, to a 4WD JEEP. I did considered a China Brand Jeep called T-rex…. But lucky my uncle had diverted me to get a Toyota instead. I wanted a manual car, as I felt Automatic transmission cars were really CRAP, other than being easier to drive, there were really no other perks I can foresee. Thus, the ONLY car in the Toyota line that was manual transmission was the VIOS E….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To cut the Long story short, after the procedure of purchasing the car, I finally got my new car at the extremely low price of $25,000 dollars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unbelievable, but true… and with the trade in of my previous car and forking out a few more thousand dollars, I settled for a loan of $19,000 for 7 years….. which works out to be about $250 per month …..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I sat back and said to God, lets see the other part of my prayer being fulfilled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2011, my car 2 years to date has been valued at least about $50,000 - twice the price I have bought. Running cost of  14km/l of petrol… and maintaining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miracle… nothing short of it…..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162199112038081729-2410135546202218081?l=vyruss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vyruss.blogspot.com/feeds/2410135546202218081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vyruss.blogspot.com/2011/08/birth-of-miracle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162199112038081729/posts/default/2410135546202218081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162199112038081729/posts/default/2410135546202218081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vyruss.blogspot.com/2011/08/birth-of-miracle.html' title='The Birth of a Miracle.'/><author><name>Sherwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04661491879641557768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/185/421775910_54e36ec15b_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162199112038081729.post-7337102059203789976</id><published>2011-08-05T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T14:40:27.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jobless and hopeless.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Just to make a mental note........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Been bumming around since February 2011, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Funds are dwindling, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Patience is wearing thin, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;bill are coming,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And suddenly everything else seems to have increased in price….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The once life I had, that eating at Hawker Centers were like small change, now becomes something that I have to think twice before I buy my next meal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Driving my beloved car, of which I spent a small fortune to create something that I always dreamed of, seems like a luxury that I cannot afford to maintain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I dread that I may come to a point in which I am like the character of &lt;i&gt;“Jack and the Beanstalk”&lt;/i&gt; Where all he left is his only “golden” cow….. of which you have to sell it off at the market…of course, the bright side, this cow which is suppose to be a DEPRECIATIVE liability has by a miracle, become an ASSET !!! ….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Back to the main point….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;For the life of me, I cannot understand what is wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Have I not have the qualifications, a bachelors degree? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;As much experience as 6 years under my belt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Am I asking too much a pay package?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Is it cause I am overweight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Maybe this is a prelude of a scene of a movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Where you have a rich man dying of an unknown terminal disease of which there is no cure developed. Having so call “EXPERTS” doctors and specialist in their respective fields coming up with reasons for your misfortune, from: sinning against God, to your Looks, to you must have done something wrong in your previous life. To even the kitchen sink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;All telling what I should have done, or could have accomplished if I went here and decided that…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;All Giving possible cause of the problem and yet not giving solutions….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ARE NOT HELPING !!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;As death Creeps its way across the room, I calculated that my time is unfortunately running short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I won't DIE a quick death.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; "&gt;just Slow and painful one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I believe this is really living one day, and hoping to count the next…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162199112038081729-7337102059203789976?l=vyruss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vyruss.blogspot.com/feeds/7337102059203789976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vyruss.blogspot.com/2011/08/jobless-and-hopeless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162199112038081729/posts/default/7337102059203789976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162199112038081729/posts/default/7337102059203789976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vyruss.blogspot.com/2011/08/jobless-and-hopeless.html' title='Jobless and hopeless.....'/><author><name>Sherwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04661491879641557768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/185/421775910_54e36ec15b_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162199112038081729.post-5512049301795690664</id><published>2009-07-02T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T18:26:49.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TRANSFORMERS 2 = Chicken Fish Pasta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="xfrmmtllogo2 by clara1803, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/33433007@N00/3682575817/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 234px; HEIGHT: 169px" height="359" alt="xfrmmtllogo2" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2432/3682575817_af492e8d48_o.gif" width="433" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="xfrmmtllogo1 by clara1803, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/33433007@N00/3683387396/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 237px; HEIGHT: 172px" height="359" alt="xfrmmtllogo1" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2563/3683387396_cff191130c_o.gif" width="433" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing Action movie.... lots of Fighting, robots, planes, tanks.... but No brainer storyline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read this Review by a website called "the topless robot".&lt;br /&gt;(I laughed and fell out of my seat for this one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bonus! Rob's Transformers 2 F.A.Q.s!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It dawned on me at about 4am last night when I was finishing my review that 2500 words might not be enough to fully describe the Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen experience. Additionally, I really didn't get much into the plot, as I was so busy explaining why it was a fundamentally shitty movie. So I took a little time to interview myself about the movie's story in order to help you understand what RotF is all about. Hope it helps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are there honestly 46 new Transformers in the movie?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no fucking clue. It's impossible to tell most of them apart except for Optimus and the Racist Twins (there's another yellow Autobot who I constantly thought was Bumblebee). There could be 46, or there could be 12. I honestly would believe 12 if someone had said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the status of the Transformers at the beginning of the film?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Autobots have joined the military to hunt down the Decepticons. We're told the Decepticons are "doing things," but they appear to be hiding peacefully when the Autobots show up and brutally murder them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yeah. The Decepticons aren't apparently doing anything, then the Autobots show up, the Decepticons run for their goddamn lives, and the Autobots hunt them down and brutally murder them. It's kind of weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why is the U.S. military helping them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Supposedly to help keep the Transformers a secret from the public. Although since the climax of the last film was a massive firefight involving 50-foot robots and took place over five miles of downtown Los Angeles and the beginning of this film wrecks several miles of Shanghai, China, they seem to be incredibly shitty at their job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How does the U.S. military help them?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not at all, actually. They just kind of come along with guns and stuff, and act like they're going to help, but the Autobots do all the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why is the U.S. military in this movie at all, then?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Michael Bay has a huge erection for jets and tanks and aircraft carriers and considers giant robots only a necessary evil for the film. At least 15 full minutes of the film's 150-minute run time is nothing but footage of jets and tanks and planes without any robots or actual action whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How is Sam Witwicky dragged back into the fight?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he finds a fragment of the Allspark shard. You know, the Allspark that he spent all last movie being told he shouldn't give to Megatron, but when he gave it to Megatron, it killed Megatron. That one. Anyways, the shard makes the Beef see symbols and act like more of an spaz than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So the Decepticons want the shard? Why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh... to bring Megatron back to life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what they said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But the Allspark killed Megatron in the first movie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...and now it can also bring him back to life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very powerful, this Allspark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uh-huh. So what's their plan to get it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They send a small R/C car who talks like Joe Pesci in Casino to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shouldn't they have sent Starscream or somebody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Look, there's another Allspark shard and get that one anyways, so it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, then why do they give a shit about Sam?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The symbols. In his head. That the shard of the Allspark gave him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They weren't in the other shard?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So how do the Decepticons plan to get the symbols, I guess?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the Decepticons have very cunningly created a hot chick robot who they enrolled in the same college and put in the same astronomy class as Sam. And they made her a huge slut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wait.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's a slutty Decepticon?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, she's a real ho. The Decepticons apparently have an incredibly powerful slut-making program, because she has it down, man. Anyways--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Didn't Sam touch the shard and get the symbols stuck in his head on his first day of college?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So the Decepticons made a slutty robot to attend his college and enrolled her in classes and put her in on-campus housing just in case Sam ended up being important at some point in the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Apparently. It was an elaborate plan, but it sure paid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Well, not at all. The slut-bot made out with him for a little bit then immediately tried to kill him, neither for any apparent motive or gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It sounds preposterous.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter, because the Decepticons use the shard piece they do have to resurrect Megatron! He's back! Ooo! Scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why is this scary? All he wanted was the Allspark, and now it's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...because he has a boss! He's called the Fallen, because he's so evil! He has an evil plan to use a machine on Earth to blow up the sun and make energon! Or something! It's not very clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now you're just making shit up as you go along, aren't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Best not to think too much about it. Anyways, the symbols in the Beef's head are a map to where this machine exists, so the hunt is on and Sam shortly is captured by other, less slutty Decepticons in one of the many instances where Bumblebee inexplicably abandons the Beef so he can conveniently be in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Then a robot called the Doctor who speaks gibberish with a German accent shoves things up Shia's nose and gets the symbols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's that, then, right? The Decepticons win?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No! Because Optimus Prime saves Sam before they cut off his head, which has another treasure inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Really? What is that?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one really bothers to explain this, actually. Suffice to say, the Decepticons continue to want Sam. Oh, then Optimus Prime fights three Decepticons at once and dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where the hell were the other Autobots during this fight?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. They were with him before the fight, but then they disappear and show up right after he dies. But they appear sad about Optimus dying. Marginally. I mean, they don't get any screen time or dialogue to convey any feelings or anything, but there's some sad music playing for a little bit afterwards. I assume this means the robots that are off-screen are grieving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, if one shard brought Megatron back to life, can't Sam just use his shard piece to resurrect Optimus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yes. He could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;He doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why not?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then what the hell does he do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;He decides get those symbols that were in his head translated to figure out what the Fallen's up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which Autobot does the translating?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err... none of them. Actually, it's John Turturro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What. The fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yeah, since he was laid off from his super-secret government agent job, he now works in a NY deli and runs a super-popular Transformers conspiracy theory website. Like ya do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And why couldn't an Autobot translate these symbols?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Bumblebee is mute and the Racist Twins are poor black robots from the slums of Cybertron who never learned how to read. It's a sad commentary on Cybertronian society. Like The Wire, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where the hell are the other Autobots?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Away. They seem to be unable to be reached. They're probably grieving about Optimnus still. Clearly, John Turturro is the reasonable solution here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So Turturro translates the symbols.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, that would be silly. He does, in an incredibly bizarre series of connect-the-dots, lead them to Jetfire, an elderly and deceased Transformers whose corpse is hanging out in the Air &amp;amp; Space Museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What good is he dead?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Remember the shard? Sam uses it to bring Jetfire back to life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not Optimus?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No! This way, Sam can get the symbols translated... so he can, er... find the ancient machine... that can, uh... possibly bring Optimus back to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You have to fucking be kidding me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on! Jetfire teleports everyone to Egypt, including some of the missing Autobots --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wait, what? Teleports?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yes, teleports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Transformers don't teleport.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jetfire does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But -- wait a second, he's a fucking jet. He could fly everybody to Egypt, right? And that would make perfect sense for both the character and the franchise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Well, I guess so. But he chooses not to. The point is Jetfire teleports them all to Egypt where he explains that there used to be 7 or 8 Primes, and they traveled around the galaxy blowing up suns for energon. But they never did it on planets with life.&lt;br /&gt;Well, they had set the machine up on Earth and not noticed all the life running around, and one of the Primes just said fuck it, let's do it anyways. This was evil, so they called that Prime the Fallen and beat the shit out of him although he escaped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;So that other mysterious reason that the Decepticons wanted Sam's brain? It's because it contains some very vague clues about the Matrix of Leacdership, which is the device that turns on the sun-exploding machine. The Fallen needs the Matrix to blow up the sun and get his Energon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hold on. That's what the Matrix of Leadership does in the movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yes. Works the sun-exploding machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm fuzzy on how "Leadership" covers that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I didn't name it. But it does sound a little nicer than "Matrix of Blowing Up the Goddamn Sun."&lt;br /&gt;If I may continue, in order to protect the Earth, the 6-7 other Prime hid the Matrix on Earth and made a tomb with their own bodies. Isn't that cool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No. No it is not. If they wanted to protect Earth, why did they leave the Matrix on the planet? They're a space-faring race, they could have hid it anywhere in galaxy! Second of all, what the fuck does making a tomb of their own bodies do? Shouldn't they have stayed alive to protect the Matrix? Or finish off the Fallen? Or just not die and leave Earth and the entire Transformer race in jeopardy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And why hide the Matrix at all? Don't they need Energon to survive? Didn't they say they go to other lifeless planets? These idiot Primes just doomed their whole species for no fucking reason whatsoever! No wonder the Decepticons are so pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...ahem. Eventually, Sam and crew find the Matrix, which instantly crumbles into dust. Sam puts the dust in a sock because he thinks it will bring Optimus back to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grr.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What follows is the most spectacular part of the movie, as Sam and Mikaela try to run the several miles back to the military camp during a massive Decepticon attack where the military has dropped Optimus Prime's corpse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why is that awesome? They could drive back in one of the Autobots and be there in a minute or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;They don't do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of course they do. And I assume the Autobots just mysteriously disappear again until a second before a Decepticon is about to kill Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yes. Exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am already incredibly sick of this movie, and I'm just typing questions about it. Sam resurrects Optimus, Optimus kills the Fallen, end of story, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Pretty close. Sam dies, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Really?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, for a little while. But then the Transformers in heaven send him back because he still has work to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fuck you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fuck you. There's no way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true. The 6-7 Primes are there in the clouds like Mufasa's head in The Lion King, and tell Sam he's awesome and he needs to live again so he can bring Optimus back to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I may be ill.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Jetfire appears out of nowhere and rips out his own heart right in front of Optimus to give him his elderly old robot powers. This makes Optimus into a flying badass who defeats the Megatron and Starscream and the Fallen in a little less than two minutes. After the last 30 minutes of the movie have been nothing but explosions -- not all of which have any obvious causes -- it's a bit disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anything else you want to add?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, only that although Sam jams the Matrix of Leadership into Optimus Prime's chest to resurrect him, a Decepticon takes it out like 10 seconds later and Optimus is fine. Just a little weird, is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you give me any reason I would want to see this film in theaters?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't answer every question, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;BONUS ROUND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So it's not as bad as shitting your pants?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marginally. I honestly had to make a pro and con list to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why on earth would anyone make a film about giant robots but have myriad scenes of some random douchebag's first day of college?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I don't have the faintest clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Could there have been more trite, less inspired song for Bumblebee to play when Sam says he's going to college than The Pointer Sisters' "I'm So Excited"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;No. No there couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why can't Bumblebee talk, but the other Autobots can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Because Bumblebee is retarded, but in a Sling Blade kind of a way. This explains how he kills the living fuck out of a Decepticon later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why does Sam's mom buy and consume a pot brownie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Well, Sam's mom was in a coma for the last 30+ years, which explains how she had never heard of marijuana, and why she didn't understand the consequences of eating it even after her husband specifically told her it was a pot brownie (Sam was unfortunately conceived and born during this period). A better question is why any college student in America would be selling pot brownies at an on-campus bake sale, let alone to a middle-aged woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A lot was made of how Shia the Beef's hand injury was written into the film. How was this done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Well, sometimes Shia had a huge bandage on his hand, and sometimes he didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That doesn't sound "written in" at all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, no actual words are used to explain it. It might be more accurate to say it "shows up sometimes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why would a robot need to fart, pee, or vomit? And why would it need testicles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Michael Bay does not understand what a robot is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the point of the character of Sam's college roommate, and why the fuck does he stay for the entirety of the movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I have no clue. He's not comedy relief, because that's covered by 90% of the Transformers themselves. He technically leads the Beef to John Turturro, but surely there could have been another way to do that. Besides, Turturro just leads them to Jetfire anyways. It's all extraneous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why can only a Prime kill the Fallen? Why can Jetfire teleport? Why can the Fallen wave a staff and make shit fly around? Why do actual cars and Autobots get sucked into Devastator's maw, but John Turturro and that other kid can run around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Because... because FUCK YOU, that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you explain Megan Fox's appeal?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. She looks like a porn star and has the same acting talent as one, yet for some reason she makes mainstream movies. This tonal disconnect is what's so appealing about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you had to pick a single scene that exemplifies Michael Bay's utter disdain for story and continuity, what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When five Decepticons sink to the bottom of the ocean to retrieve Megatron's corpse. A submarine tracks five "subjects" going down, and when they get there, one of the Decepticons is killed to give parts to Megatron. 5 -1 +1 = 5, right? No, because the sub somehow tracks "six" subjects coming up. Not only is this very basic math, this is the simplest of script errors. It could not possibly have been more than one page apart in the script. And yet Michael Bay either didn't care to notice or didn't give a fuck. "Math? Math is for pussies. My movies are about shit blowing up, man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Could you sum up the film in one line of its dialogue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"I am standing directly beneath the enemy's scrotum."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162199112038081729-5512049301795690664?l=vyruss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vyruss.blogspot.com/feeds/5512049301795690664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vyruss.blogspot.com/2009/07/transformers-2-chicken-fish-pasta.html#comment-form' title='42 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162199112038081729/posts/default/5512049301795690664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162199112038081729/posts/default/5512049301795690664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vyruss.blogspot.com/2009/07/transformers-2-chicken-fish-pasta.html' title='TRANSFORMERS 2 = Chicken Fish Pasta'/><author><name>Sherwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04661491879641557768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/185/421775910_54e36ec15b_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162199112038081729.post-1234121868885792020</id><published>2009-06-21T20:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T20:49:25.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Compatibility – The Man-Made Equivalent</title><content type='html'>We all love to argue that when it comes to our spouses, it would be a gift from God.&lt;br /&gt;Often most people have this illusion that if a relationship is a gift from God, it would work out as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow we forget another example that failures can happen to a God given item that is so close to us….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Bodies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not one is designed the same, each one unique, different and given by God himself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what happens if we don’t take care.&lt;br /&gt;We don’t exercise to stay “FIT”&lt;br /&gt;Eat Correctly to stay “HEALTHY”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t we have to practice Relationship EXERCISES as well&lt;br /&gt;To keep our relationship “COMPATIBLE”????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t the words …. “FIT” and “Compatible” similar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose Responsibility is it to keep FIT???....&lt;br /&gt;Whose Responsibility to it to stay “Compatible”???....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162199112038081729-1234121868885792020?l=vyruss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vyruss.blogspot.com/feeds/1234121868885792020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vyruss.blogspot.com/2009/06/compatibility-man-made-equivalent.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162199112038081729/posts/default/1234121868885792020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162199112038081729/posts/default/1234121868885792020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vyruss.blogspot.com/2009/06/compatibility-man-made-equivalent.html' title='Compatibility – The Man-Made Equivalent'/><author><name>Sherwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04661491879641557768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/185/421775910_54e36ec15b_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162199112038081729.post-4233865579651199458</id><published>2009-05-31T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T21:42:59.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think....I guess....well.....</title><content type='html'>Was thinking about all the criterias that I wanted in partner....&lt;br /&gt;then I remembered I forgotten one very important basic one.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I want a woman of Prayer... Someone who actually PRAYS....&lt;br /&gt;Someone whom I can pray with on a regular basis......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then comes all the rest...Good hearted, Loving,....etc.etc...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162199112038081729-4233865579651199458?l=vyruss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vyruss.blogspot.com/feeds/4233865579651199458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vyruss.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-thinki-guesswell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162199112038081729/posts/default/4233865579651199458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162199112038081729/posts/default/4233865579651199458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vyruss.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-thinki-guesswell.html' title='I think....I guess....well.....'/><author><name>Sherwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04661491879641557768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/185/421775910_54e36ec15b_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162199112038081729.post-6340388709544241215</id><published>2009-05-27T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T00:15:17.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>承諾 - SAMMI CHENG- (Go Listen)</title><content type='html'>曲：黃中原&lt;br /&gt;詞：許常德&lt;br /&gt;編：錢幽蘭&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;承諾你別說 只要此刻在乎我&lt;br /&gt;明天的寂寞 明天再去躲&lt;br /&gt;濃情不怕多 只怕片刻都錯過&lt;br /&gt;飛蛾想撲火 不過想解脫&lt;br /&gt;盲目的開始 燦爛的結果&lt;br /&gt;在你心中你的最後不是我&lt;br /&gt;你的寄托不是我 你只是路過&lt;br /&gt;既然你的溫柔躲不過&lt;br /&gt;我的愛已不能收 我何不灑脫&lt;br /&gt;在我心中你的一切不是夢&lt;br /&gt;你的蹉跎都是火 痛得我喊痛&lt;br /&gt;流水它無聲無息的流&lt;br /&gt;無言無語的請求 是你辜負我&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162199112038081729-6340388709544241215?l=vyruss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vyruss.blogspot.com/feeds/6340388709544241215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vyruss.blogspot.com/2009/05/sammi-cheng-go-listen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162199112038081729/posts/default/6340388709544241215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162199112038081729/posts/default/6340388709544241215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vyruss.blogspot.com/2009/05/sammi-cheng-go-listen.html' title='承諾 - SAMMI CHENG- (Go Listen)'/><author><name>Sherwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04661491879641557768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/185/421775910_54e36ec15b_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162199112038081729.post-1753072855854805497</id><published>2009-05-07T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T20:09:17.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I REFUSE TO BELIEVE THIS!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to believe this report....but I fear that it may be true for me......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obese young men have less hope of marriage: study&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMSTERDAM (AFP) - - Men who were grossly overweight at the age of 18 had nearly 50 percent less chance of being married by their 30s and 40s, an international conference on obesity heard in Amsterdam on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The findings, which held true regardless of the men's intellectual performance or socio-economic position, could suggest that women rank a man's appearance higher than other traits when choosing a partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, that may be one explanation," researcher Malin Kark of the Swedish Karolinska Institutet medical university, told AFP on the sidelines of the four-day gathering hosted by the European Association for the Study of Obesity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kark's study was conducted among more than 500,000 Swedish men born between 1951 and 1961.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It found that men who had been obese at 18 were 46 percent less likely to be married in 1991, when they were aged between 30 and 40, than men with no weight problem, and 45 percent less likely by 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For men who were overweight but not obese at 18, the chances of marriage were somewhat higher -- 10 percent lower than for men of normal weight in their 30s and nine percent lower in their forties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We think this shows that there is stigmatisation of obese young men that continues into adulthood -- in their working life and also in inter-personal relationships," said Kark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While no information was available on the men's adult weight, other studies have found that obese adolescents were likely to become obese adults, she added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obesity for the purposes of the study was qualified as a person with a body mass index (the weight in kilograms divided by the square of the height in meters) of more than 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The World Health Organisation estimates that in 2005 about 1.6 billion adults were overweight, of which at least 400 million were obese.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162199112038081729-1753072855854805497?l=vyruss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vyruss.blogspot.com/feeds/1753072855854805497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vyruss.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-refuse-to-believe-this.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162199112038081729/posts/default/1753072855854805497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162199112038081729/posts/default/1753072855854805497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vyruss.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-refuse-to-believe-this.html' title='I REFUSE TO BELIEVE THIS!!!!!'/><author><name>Sherwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04661491879641557768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/185/421775910_54e36ec15b_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162199112038081729.post-3581071518469357600</id><published>2009-05-06T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T21:43:41.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOYS AND TOYS 2</title><content type='html'>I will be getting my new car on Saturday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toyota Vios....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER PLATE - SJQ3874S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font size="+4"&gt;3874&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom saw it and&lt;br /&gt;read it as "Shen - Fa - Qu - Si" 生发去死&lt;br /&gt;or "increase and expand then go die"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw it.... I said....&lt;br /&gt;my number plate is used to scold people....&lt;br /&gt;"SAN BA QU SI" 三八去死&lt;br /&gt;Gossiper go die... (more exact term is "Bit-ch")....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG..... this is not good.... but humourous....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little note - 三八 "38" denotes international women's day.&lt;br /&gt;cause it falls on 8 March ......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162199112038081729-3581071518469357600?l=vyruss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vyruss.blogspot.com/feeds/3581071518469357600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vyruss.blogspot.com/2009/05/boys-and-toys-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162199112038081729/posts/default/3581071518469357600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162199112038081729/posts/default/3581071518469357600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vyruss.blogspot.com/2009/05/boys-and-toys-2.html' title='BOYS AND TOYS 2'/><author><name>Sherwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04661491879641557768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/185/421775910_54e36ec15b_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162199112038081729.post-5960346414666491353</id><published>2009-04-21T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T19:13:14.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Do I Get  Them to Go Out With Me?  - Article by Violet lim</title><content type='html'>As a modern-day matchmaker, many single guys ask me the question "How can I get ladies to go out with me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the ladies, they often raise the question - "How can I get my guy to commit to me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the guys who ask such a question, usually they are at a point where they have low confidence because they have been rejected many times in the past, and are afraid of more rejections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the ladies, they probably have been going out with the guy for ages now only to feel that the relationship is going nowhere despite everything they have gone through together and the sacrifices she has made for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the simple answer to these two questions "How can I get ladies to go out with me?" and "How can I make my guy commit to me?" in my humble opinion, is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't make them to suddenly decide to go out with you, or decide to commit to you. There is no magic potion out there that can make that happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you have to do is... simply become the man they WANT to go out with or the lady they WANT to commit to.  It is a matter of switching your perspective and changing your perception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is difficult to "get" or "make" someone to do something for your benefit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get the results you want, you have to work on yourself.  You have to be the type of man that women are attracted and are excited to go out on a date with. Or you have to be the right kind of lady that men cannot wait to commit to and never want to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many a times, nice guys get rejected not because they are nice.  It is because they lack self-confidence when interacting with women. Instead of leading and being decisive, they ask permission for everything and they feel absolutely lucky when a lady shows them any attention at all. This kind of behavior does not inspire any interest from the ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the ladies, they fear that by dropping hints or forcing the issue on their guy, they would chase the man away. Hence they hope and pray for the day the man would "realize" how well they have been treated and take action. They are unaware that the man has grown comfortable with the status quo and as the years go by, they do not see any reason to change the status quo as they are getting what they want out of a relationship anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for some ladies who come in the mould of the modern career woman, they sometimes bring their career mindset right into their relationships. They challenge every issue and they must always have the last say. Because this mindset and attitude work so well for them at work, they cannot shake it off when they are dating. I always tell our lady clients; please leave the fist-thumping at the boardroom! Because some of these ladies come across as so aggressive, when the men imagine their lives together, they see a marriage filled with disharmony and arguments. And this frankly will scare off most men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above examples might be stereotypical situations but they are actually very common issues faced by both men and women, especially in a world where gender roles are becoming more and more confused. There is an increasing frustration towards dating and relationships. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Ovidius aptly said nearly 2000 years ago, "If you want to be loved, be lovable".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might seem passé, but it still rings true 2000 years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To enjoy the dating process, the focus should always be on the person you are and not the person you want the other person to be. We can only pray and hope that the other person will change. He might change, or he might not change. But with ourselves, if we put our minds to it, we can make those changes almost instantaneously!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162199112038081729-5960346414666491353?l=vyruss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vyruss.blogspot.com/feeds/5960346414666491353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vyruss.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-do-i-get-them-to-go-out-with-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162199112038081729/posts/default/5960346414666491353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162199112038081729/posts/default/5960346414666491353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vyruss.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-do-i-get-them-to-go-out-with-me.html' title='How Do I Get  Them to Go Out With Me?  - Article by Violet lim'/><author><name>Sherwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04661491879641557768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/185/421775910_54e36ec15b_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162199112038081729.post-8979614699640408412</id><published>2009-04-08T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T00:29:46.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is DISC personality similar to the 5 fold minstry?</title><content type='html'>What are the 5 fold ministry similar to DISC????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prophet - Similar to the "D" trait - Go Now....&lt;br /&gt;Evangilist - Similar to the "I" trait - a very people person....&lt;br /&gt;Pastor - Similar to the "S" trait - very focus on relationship - Pastor unites poeple in marriage&lt;br /&gt;Teacher - Similar to the "C" trait - everything is accurate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apostle - EVERYTHING ALSO HAVE ... DISC.... gahahahhaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162199112038081729-8979614699640408412?l=vyruss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vyruss.blogspot.com/feeds/8979614699640408412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vyruss.blogspot.com/2009/04/is-disc-personality-similar-to-5-fold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162199112038081729/posts/default/8979614699640408412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162199112038081729/posts/default/8979614699640408412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vyruss.blogspot.com/2009/04/is-disc-personality-similar-to-5-fold.html' title='Is DISC personality similar to the 5 fold minstry?'/><author><name>Sherwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04661491879641557768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/185/421775910_54e36ec15b_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162199112038081729.post-336268061423665650</id><published>2009-04-05T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T10:08:17.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ICE SKATING and memories....</title><content type='html'>Armed with a Dettol disinfectant spray, 2 layer of socks, a pair of gloves and a long sleeve shirt, I jumped into the ring and was soon feeling the breeze in my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watched the amateur skaters tumble, trying to get their balance straight, I remembered the times which I always wanted to hit the ice, but I was too poor to do it, or at that time, I had to travel all the way to Jurong just to skate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now since I had the chance, why waste this childhood dream that I always wanted to skate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I finally skated with new knowledge after searching and watching thru tons and tons of YOUTUBE instructional videos on how to skate right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the new ice skating rink offered Hockey skates for rental, why not play more with them skates. Learned the T stop, tried to do the parallel stop and almost got flung off by the force, and well, got a little adventurous by trying the Spread Eagle – I think I am a little off today, cause some of the stuff are actually “extreme Ice skating” stunts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skating made me remembered the time when I was young, after Secondary 4, I went to ice skate, and well…. The attendant there told me that if I fell any more, I would probably had crack the ice and they had to buy a new skating ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was a time, I skipped my Polytechnic EXAM just to go ice skating…..&lt;br /&gt;That made me stay back in Poly, 1 more year….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz… the memories of being young and idiotic…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mid-range skate cost about $400 plus a pair….maybe I’ll just rent my skates all the way, just cause it’s a leisure activity, rather than a sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured the next time I visit, I would probably get the figure skates instead. – just for the kicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron… you are not ALONE!!!! Just for you, I’ll take the figure skates …. And to save some $$ too….&lt;br /&gt; Anyone wants to go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162199112038081729-336268061423665650?l=vyruss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vyruss.blogspot.com/feeds/336268061423665650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vyruss.blogspot.com/2009/04/ice-skating-and-memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162199112038081729/posts/default/336268061423665650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162199112038081729/posts/default/336268061423665650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vyruss.blogspot.com/2009/04/ice-skating-and-memories.html' title='ICE SKATING and memories....'/><author><name>Sherwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04661491879641557768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/185/421775910_54e36ec15b_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162199112038081729.post-8252917335948351056</id><published>2009-03-25T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T21:44:40.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Linkin Park - In The End</title><content type='html'>It starts with one&lt;br /&gt;One thing, I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't even matter how hard you try&lt;br /&gt;Keep that in mind&lt;br /&gt;i designed this rhyme to explain in due time&lt;br /&gt;All I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is a valuable thing&lt;br /&gt;Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings&lt;br /&gt;Watch it count down to the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;The clock ticks life away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so unreal&lt;br /&gt;Didn't look out below&lt;br /&gt;Watch the time go right out the window&lt;br /&gt;Trying to hold on, but didn't even know&lt;br /&gt;I wasted it all&lt;br /&gt;just to watch you go&lt;br /&gt;I kept everythin inside&lt;br /&gt;And even though I tried&lt;br /&gt;It all fell apart&lt;br /&gt;What it meant to me will eventually be a&lt;br /&gt;memory of a time when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard and got so far&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, it doesn't even matter&lt;br /&gt;I had to fall to lose it all&lt;br /&gt;But in the end it doesn't even matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing, I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't even matter how hard you try&lt;br /&gt;Keep that in mind i designed this rhyme to remind myself how (I tried so hard)&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard&lt;br /&gt;In spite of the way you were mocking me&lt;br /&gt;Acting like I was part of your property&lt;br /&gt;Remembering all the times you fought with me&lt;br /&gt;I'm surprised it got so [far]&lt;br /&gt;Things arent the way they were before&lt;br /&gt;You wouldnt even recognize me anymore&lt;br /&gt;Not that you knew me back then&lt;br /&gt;But it all comes back to me in the end&lt;br /&gt;I kept everything inside&lt;br /&gt;And even though I tried&lt;br /&gt;It all fell apart&lt;br /&gt;What it meant to me will eventually be a&lt;br /&gt;memory of a time when I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried so hard and got so far&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, it doesnt even matter&lt;br /&gt;I had to fall to lose it all&lt;br /&gt;But in the end it doesnt even matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my trust in you&lt;br /&gt;Pushed as far as I can go&lt;br /&gt;For all this&lt;br /&gt;Theres only one thing you should know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my trust in you&lt;br /&gt;Pushed as far as I can go&lt;br /&gt;For all this&lt;br /&gt;Theres only one thing you should know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard and got so far&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, it doesnt even matter&lt;br /&gt;I had to fall to lose it all&lt;br /&gt;But in the end it doesnt even matter&lt;br /&gt;===========================&lt;br /&gt;Song Facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics are based on the struggles lead singer Chester Bennington went through growing up. He was often picked on&lt;br /&gt; -------------------------&lt;br /&gt;This video was shot on a Los Angeles sound stage. The statue's head, where the band is performing, was built there, but the rest was CGI. The areas where Mike is standing "in the desert" are real - he was sitting on real grass and he was walking on real stones, but they were about 10 feet by 5 feet. The rest was, you guessed it, CGI. Halfway through filming, directors Joe Hahn and Nathan Cox decided to set water pipes off above the band, so they all got completely soaked. Nathan could see how irritated the band were by this, so he invited his friend (who's in a Bluegrass band) over and he performed some Linkin Park songs, including an hilarious version of "Crawling." In the video, if you look very closely, you can see Joe's belt buckle, which says "MR HAHN." The song is about feeling like there's no point in living, and was originally seen as being very negative, so the video was very positive. It's like a cycle of life (the song starts and ends with the piano) - the desert is very dead, but the rain comes and at the end, there's flowers and rivers and butterflies. (thanks, Abbey - Essex, England)&lt;br /&gt; ---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;In March 2001, 15-year-old Charles Andrew Williams shot and killed 2 of his classmates at his high school in Santee, California. He left a note for his father with the lyrics to this as an attempt to explain his feelings. The key lines were "I tried so hard and got so far, but in the end, it doesn't really matter."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162199112038081729-8252917335948351056?l=vyruss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vyruss.blogspot.com/feeds/8252917335948351056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vyruss.blogspot.com/2009/03/linkin-park-in-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162199112038081729/posts/default/8252917335948351056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162199112038081729/posts/default/8252917335948351056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vyruss.blogspot.com/2009/03/linkin-park-in-end.html' title='Linkin Park - In The End'/><author><name>Sherwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04661491879641557768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/185/421775910_54e36ec15b_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162199112038081729.post-1449595742062187028</id><published>2009-03-25T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T17:56:31.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psychopath - I wonder....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="joker by clara1803, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/33433007@N00/3386502894/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="joker" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3573/3386502894_b00962025f.jpg" width="329" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;After reading this, I somehow wonder if I am one myself.....&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;For most of us the idea of a psychopath conjures up images from movies like "Silence of The Lambs" and characters with names like "Hannibal Lector." Fortunately characters like Hannibal don’t really exist. Serial killers and people involved in ritual torture are rare, but psychopathic behavior is more common than you might think.&lt;br /&gt;I have known several psychopaths in my life. The clearest case involved an older teen who had no sense of guilt. He could learn the rules, but he had no sense of conscience. The only thing that saved him was a mother who loved him, took him to counseling for years and spent a great deal of time patiently teaching him right from wrong. I remember a conversation where he told me, "People know when something is wrong because it feels wrong. I have to remember or be reminded that stealing from someone is wrong. I don’t feel bad if I take something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting this young boy changed my opinion of a psychopathic personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because children with this condition are "emotionally blind." And while I do not excuse cruelty or criminal behavior, I have sympathy and appreciate how hard it is for some people to learn how to act responsibly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without help, potentially psychopathic children will become adults who never remain attached to anyone or anything for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They may end up living a "predatory" lifestyle, feeling little or no regret, and having little or no remorse - except when they are caught or about to be locked up. A psychopath is not necessarily a bad person. But they are prone to have problems with society, rules, expectations and relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A psychopath will use people for excitement, entertainment, to build their self-esteem and they invariably value people in terms of their material value (e.g. money, property, comfort, etc..).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can involve and get other people into trouble quickly and they seem to have no regret for their actions. To date there is no checklist of behavior and symptoms that will tell you with certainty whether or not a person is a psychopath. But there are warning signs. The following warning signs are based on my experience but primarily research conducted by Robert Hare, Ph.D - the leading expert on the Psychopathic Personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Characteristics of a Psychopath&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-superficial charm&lt;br /&gt;-self-centered &amp;amp; self-important&lt;br /&gt;-need for stimulation &amp;amp; prone to boredom&lt;br /&gt;-deceptive behavior &amp;amp; lying&lt;br /&gt;-conning &amp;amp; manipulative&lt;br /&gt;-little remorse or guilt&lt;br /&gt;-shallow emotional response&lt;br /&gt;-callous with a lack of empathy&lt;br /&gt;-living off others or predatory attitude&lt;br /&gt;-poor self-control&lt;br /&gt;-promiscuous sexual behavior&lt;br /&gt;-early behavioral problems&lt;br /&gt;-lack of realistic long term goals&lt;br /&gt;-impulsive lifestyle&lt;br /&gt;-irresponsible behavior&lt;br /&gt;-blaming others for their actions&lt;br /&gt;-short term relationships&lt;br /&gt;-juvenile delinquency&lt;br /&gt;-breaking parole or probation&lt;br /&gt;-varied criminal activity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea that psychopaths eat people is a myth. In reality, a person with a psychopathic personality can lead what appears to be an ordinary life. They can have jobs, get married and they can break the law like anyone else. But their jobs and marriages usually don’t last and their life is usually on the verge of personal chaos. They are almost always in some kind of trouble or they are not far from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A psychopath is usually a subtle manipulator. They do this by playing to the emotions of others. They typically have high verbal intelligence, but they lack what is commonly referred to as "emotional intelligence". There is always a shallow quality to the emotional aspect of their stories. In particular they have difficulty describing how they felt, why they felt that way, or how others may feel and why. In many cases you almost have to explain it to them. Close friends and parents will often end up explaining to the psychopath how they feel and how others feel who have been hurt by him or her. They can do this over and over with no significant change in the person's choices and behavior. They don't understand or appreciate the impact that their behavior has on others. They do appreciate what it means when they are caught breaking rules or the law even though they seem to end up in trouble again. They desperately avoid incarceration and loss of freedom but continue to act as if they can get away with breaking the rules. They don't learn from these consequences. They seem to react with feelings and regret when they are caught. But their regret is not so much for other people as it is for the consequences that their behavior has had on them, their freedom, their resources and their so called "friends." They can be very sad for their self. A psychopath is always in it for their self even when it seems like they are caring for and helping others. The definition of their "friends" are people who support the psychopath and protect them from the consequence of their own antisocial behavior. Shallow friendships, low emotional intelligence, using people, antisocial attitudes and failure to learn from the repeated consequences of their choices and actions help identify the psychopath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psychopaths with low intelligence or a poor education seem to end up in jail more than ones with a higher education. The lack of emotional insight is the first good sign you may be involved with a psychopath. The second best sign is a history of criminal behavior in which a person does not seem to learn from their experience, but merely thinks about ways to not get caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happens to these poor kids if they don’t learn right from wrong? Parents with a child like this usually end up angry and frustrated. They will often shield their child from the consequences of their decisions and take the role of continuously trying to educate their child as to right and wrong. The child is always in trouble and doesn’t seem to learn. Their parents may begin to excuse their child's behavior believing their child will eventually "get it." When they don't, many parents resort to punishment. But what these children need is intensive guidance, instruction, training, choices, consequences and supervision. Severe and repeated punishment alone is the worst thing you can do. Letting a child like this run around unsupervised with violent and antisocial children is almost as bad. And child abuse is a sure way to create a social misfit or a monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a growing discussion among researchers to suggest there may be a genetic influence that creates a psychopathic personality. The psychopath may lack the ability to physically feel what others identify as the physical sensation of guilt. They can feel fear, anger, sadness in the moment but not guilt for what they did or what they are about to do. Some sociologists believe that a sexually promiscuous psychopath who can live off others is a survivor and may represent one of many genes for survival in the human species. Even more surprising has been the observation that many adult psychopaths do not seem to benefit from support, counseling or therapy and may in fact commit crimes again and sooner because of it. Research using brain scanning technology has revealed that the brain of a psychopath functions and processes information differently. One famous brain imaging study showed that psychopaths can remain calm looking photos of dead bodies in automobile accidents where as other people were clearly upset. They don't use their brain they way others do. This suggests that they may be physically different from normal people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you involved with a psychopath?&lt;br /&gt;You may not know because they can be very charming and friendly until you get close and disappoint them. Don’t assume anyone is a psychopath based on their behavior alone. It is the pattern of their life and many other factors. Please don’t go around assuming or calling someone a psychopath just because they may have some of the warning signs. Get a professional opinion from a qualified mental health professional if you think you are involved with a psychopath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162199112038081729-1449595742062187028?l=vyruss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vyruss.blogspot.com/feeds/1449595742062187028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vyruss.blogspot.com/2009/03/psychopath-i-wonder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162199112038081729/posts/default/1449595742062187028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162199112038081729/posts/default/1449595742062187028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vyruss.blogspot.com/2009/03/psychopath-i-wonder.html' title='Psychopath - I wonder....'/><author><name>Sherwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04661491879641557768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/185/421775910_54e36ec15b_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3573/3386502894_b00962025f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162199112038081729.post-1048173483061794142</id><published>2009-03-15T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T17:58:57.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abuse: Explode or implode</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="No_More_Drama_by_VisualPoetress by clara1803, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/33433007@N00/3358510984/"&gt;&lt;img height="283" alt="No_More_Drama_by_VisualPoetress" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3562/3358510984_569653934e.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then he went on alone into the wilderness, traveling all day. He sat down under a solitary broom tree and prayed that he might die. “I have had enough, Lord,” he said. “Take my life, for I am no better than my ancestors who have already died.”&lt;br /&gt;1 Kings 19:4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in Life, I wonder, if I should EXPLODE or Should I IMPLODE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you’re pushed into a corner, When you have no peace at work or at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you’re dealing and balancing life, with regards difficult people, especially parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have not done anything and your father argues that you have been unfilial. And he just wants it his way. When you try with all your might not to get into his path. He gets into your path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always using the bible to control people. Always using the status of “FATHER” to justify his actions. I am neither an Animal or a DOG. There is only so much I can retreat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is only so much I can restrain my fist. Don’t challenge me to hit you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid, if this time he corners me into the wall, I won’t just push him away, I might actually draw blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can’t abuse me, you verbally abuse mom....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honor your father and your mother, as the LORD your God has commanded you, so that you may live long and that it may go well with you in the land the LORD your God is giving you.&lt;br /&gt;Deuteronomy 5:16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 29, but I feel like a victim of abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to live this kind of life anymore....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162199112038081729-1048173483061794142?l=vyruss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vyruss.blogspot.com/feeds/1048173483061794142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vyruss.blogspot.com/2009/03/abuse-explode-or-implode.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162199112038081729/posts/default/1048173483061794142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162199112038081729/posts/default/1048173483061794142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vyruss.blogspot.com/2009/03/abuse-explode-or-implode.html' title='Abuse: Explode or implode'/><author><name>Sherwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04661491879641557768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/185/421775910_54e36ec15b_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3562/3358510984_569653934e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162199112038081729.post-3858307944939502385</id><published>2009-03-10T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T17:12:09.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is a Blogger?</title><content type='html'>Recently, I was watching a this movie called “Marley and Me” and it talks about of course the DOG. And the human character in the movie was working as a reporter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midway thru his career, he was promoted to newspaper Columnist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This got me thinking, “Hey, isn’t this the same as someone who Blogs?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course bloggers don’t get paid a regular salary like everyone who works for a newspaper. Others who does, either sell stuff or place online advertisements on their site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow the mechanics of a newspaper Columnist goes into writing a blog. They are not bound by individual incidents, but have the freedom to write about anything they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They choose what time they want to write or what contents they want to put into the column, may it be pictures, stories, quotes, music scores, song lyrics.... something that inspired them for that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completely or very little un-regulated source of mass media information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course some mis-use the power. But hey, who doesn't, Else there won't be law enforcers or Policemen around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously believe, if there were no censorship rules in newspapers were as laxed as it was in cyberspace , and if you can write anything and just place it in the papers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess people like Xia xue, Dawn Yang, Mr Brown. etc.etc....... would make award winning columnist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also would probably double the readership of any newspaper alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162199112038081729-3858307944939502385?l=vyruss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vyruss.blogspot.com/feeds/3858307944939502385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vyruss.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-is-blogger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162199112038081729/posts/default/3858307944939502385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162199112038081729/posts/default/3858307944939502385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vyruss.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-is-blogger.html' title='What is a Blogger?'/><author><name>Sherwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04661491879641557768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/185/421775910_54e36ec15b_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162199112038081729.post-107664289047291431</id><published>2009-02-23T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T18:25:07.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There was a little girl - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</title><content type='html'>There was a little girl, who had a little curl&lt;br /&gt;Right in the middle of her forehead,&lt;br /&gt;And when she was good, she was very, very good,&lt;br /&gt;But when she was bad she was horrid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stood on her head, on her little trundle bed,&lt;br /&gt;With nobody by for to hinder;&lt;br /&gt;She screamed and she squalled, she yelled and she bawled, &lt;br /&gt;And drummed her little heels against the winder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother heard the noise, and thought it was the boys&lt;br /&gt;Playing in the empty attic,&lt;br /&gt;She rushed upstairs, and caught her unawares,&lt;br /&gt;And spanked her, most emphatic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;"This actually isn't a nursery rhyme. It is a poem written by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. The line "she was very, very good" should actually be "she was very good indeed". Longfellow's second son Ernest says of this poem: "It was while walking up and down with his second daughter, then a baby in his arms, that my father composed and sang to her the well-known lines .... Many people think this a Mother Goose rhyme, but this is the true version and history"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162199112038081729-107664289047291431?l=vyruss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vyruss.blogspot.com/feeds/107664289047291431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vyruss.blogspot.com/2009/02/there-was-little-girl-henry-wadsworth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162199112038081729/posts/default/107664289047291431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162199112038081729/posts/default/107664289047291431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vyruss.blogspot.com/2009/02/there-was-little-girl-henry-wadsworth.html' title='There was a little girl - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow'/><author><name>Sherwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04661491879641557768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/185/421775910_54e36ec15b_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162199112038081729.post-6379040586035488555</id><published>2009-02-19T18:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T19:03:26.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I decided to close this Blog</title><content type='html'>To all my readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have moved my Blog to some far away island.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading many many reports of Scandals,&lt;br /&gt;Invasion of privacy... etc.etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never know what you place on the Blog will come back and bite you one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thru the few years Blogging, I think I have written close to a 1000 entries and more than 500 revelations and lesson.... of which many more I have not shared due to the lack of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will remain closed till further notice...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162199112038081729-6379040586035488555?l=vyruss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vyruss.blogspot.com/feeds/6379040586035488555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vyruss.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-decided-to-close-this-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162199112038081729/posts/default/6379040586035488555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162199112038081729/posts/default/6379040586035488555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vyruss.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-decided-to-close-this-blog.html' title='I decided to close this Blog'/><author><name>Sherwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04661491879641557768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/185/421775910_54e36ec15b_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
