<?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-10205729</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:02:22.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat my Shorts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortsforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10205729/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortsforsale.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13969148351857379237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10205729.post-114416739888831451</id><published>2006-04-04T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T09:23:58.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Fucking entry</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since my last entry. And quite frankly they get sloppy every time. Geez what has become of this world in the past months. THe world I used to live in is no more. The people I used to know and hold on to are gone. The person whom I always felt happy with ran away and tried to come back. But sadly, things can't go back to the way they used to be. How I wish that this things would just pass away. Well wishing is for the hopless so fuck those problems. They fuck with me so I fuck back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, 3 years ago, I didn't see myself using the words fuck, shit and all those words that fall in that category in anyway. But hell, they grew into me. So I love using them. Heck who's gonna stop me from using them. I could spend a lot of time using those words. And I'll love every moment of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway. A friend had this shirt that says "if life gives you bull... grab it by the horns." True, you should grab it by the horns. And show that bull how stupid is he to charge at you. Life together with the world is a mean bitch who fucks hard. So when she does there is nothing else to do but to fuck back harder. Good people should stop being good because they get stepped over by other people. Who needs to be kind and ggod when you are treated otherwise. These people should stop taking shit from anyone and demand what they want. Grab it and force anyone into submission to attain it. The hell with a passive lifestyle. Yes it is a nice way of living but that is just a euthopian idea of living. You can't attain anything by being good and being passive. We should take the initiative and attack. Be mean, be ruthless, be the master the master of your life. I assure you that, if you do take what you want by force, you will never ever attain happiness in your life. Because you don't even know what you truly need in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all of the people who gave me shit this is for you "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHIT HEADS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;".... except to you ms ..."&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RANG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" you are forgiven from all the things you wish to be forgiven. You don't have to repay me back for all the things and favors I have done for you. I did them because I wanted to. Just LIVE A HAPPY AND WELL LIVED LIFE and that would be enough to repay me if you ever wish to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10205729-114416739888831451?l=shortsforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortsforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/114416739888831451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10205729&amp;postID=114416739888831451' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10205729/posts/default/114416739888831451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10205729/posts/default/114416739888831451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortsforsale.blogspot.com/2006/04/another-fucking-entry.html' title='Another Fucking entry'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13969148351857379237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10205729.post-112626336518314496</id><published>2005-09-09T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T03:57:32.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ice man</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday's race showed the transition of a driver from a mere driver to a legend. The place was Monza Italy, the home track of the Ferrari's. The wheather was good and the race was intense and a truly great driver has just proven his greatness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the closing laps of the race. Kimi, the top Mclaren driver, showed a spectacular show of his skill and of his car's capability. He had done what seemed to be a winning run through the final stages until he lost it all in one turn. But this mere set back would cause him the championship but also placed him on top of all the drivers in that race. Close to become a legend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He defied the impossible. He came from eleventh and alomost won it. He showed the world that he has the skill and the killer instinct that is need to be a world champion. Sadly he fell short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If at the end of this season he looses to the current championship leader Alonso, the season not end in shame. His spectacular performance thus far has given fans all over the world to look forward with enthusiasm for next years season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the great Kimi.... There's still hope and as always, there's next year. Best of luck to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10205729-112626336518314496?l=shortsforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortsforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/112626336518314496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10205729&amp;postID=112626336518314496' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10205729/posts/default/112626336518314496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10205729/posts/default/112626336518314496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortsforsale.blogspot.com/2005/09/ice-man.html' title='The Ice man'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13969148351857379237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10205729.post-112537252799489545</id><published>2005-08-29T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T20:28:48.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning rush</title><content type='html'>In the early morning I attempted to rush from my place to my school for me to take a very important exam of a  subject to which I am barely passing. Instinctively I took the jeep, figuring it would be more beneficial for me in terms of money and time. Sad to say I only the part about money was true. I spent almost 30 minutes waiting for one jeep. To make matters worst the roads were so congested that it took 5 minutes to progress 10 inches. Damn the Manila traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long wait and traffic made me angry and frustrated. I kept telling myself that the bus drivers, jeep drivers, and other drivers were too stupid to stop in the middle of the road while the go signal is on. Where is the discipline and emphathy of these people. After a few minutes of this frustration, I ended up realizing that I was being to hypocritical about it. Hey if I was a driver I would probably do the same thing regardless of who are the cars behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually and hopefully, the same drivers who pissed me off will be pissed off when I become a motorist onself. As he said "Bawian lang yan" --some great dude---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10205729-112537252799489545?l=shortsforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortsforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/112537252799489545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10205729&amp;postID=112537252799489545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10205729/posts/default/112537252799489545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10205729/posts/default/112537252799489545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortsforsale.blogspot.com/2005/08/morning-rush.html' title='Morning rush'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13969148351857379237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10205729.post-112452559382393782</id><published>2005-08-20T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T01:13:13.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Entry Again</title><content type='html'>Backtracking to two of my previous entries I have learned that I have totally lost myself during the past days prior to this date. I have been living like a shadow to my former self and have no sense of accomplishing what is needed to be done for the good of all. This has lead myself and several other people to a very obscure situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to stand up now and let my heart and soul free from the restrictions of my concious self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be free and to reach out and achieve something in life, this I have to do and accomplish before I go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10205729-112452559382393782?l=shortsforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortsforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/112452559382393782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10205729&amp;postID=112452559382393782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10205729/posts/default/112452559382393782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10205729/posts/default/112452559382393782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortsforsale.blogspot.com/2005/08/another-entry-again.html' title='Another Entry Again'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13969148351857379237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10205729.post-112141215610102664</id><published>2005-07-14T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T00:22:36.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another entry</title><content type='html'>When at first we are sure that the outcome of a moment, a trial, and a test character shall not be how we want it to be.Rather it would be harsh and mind numbing ,do we still go for it or stop and let it go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faced with this dilemna I chose to go for it and I expected the end result would only get me pinned down and broken..... shattered in a million pieces and feeling so worst so bad and so down like a plane. A plane  brought down by AA guns or a bird breaking its wings in mid flight, slowly plummiting down to the earth and smack........ life ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No life has not ended but left broken and tormented by the pain the crash has inflicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can summarize  the usual scenarios, experiences and trouble that people, who seek my help, tell me. Conveniently they are quite relevant and in line to what I chose to face which was the one thing I have been running from ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of running so I chose to stop and face it. I knew for sure that it would beat me up bloody and naked but It had to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who were there to help me face it, I say my heartful and most sincere thanks to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the wonderful friend who was there with me from the start...&lt;br /&gt;I owe you a lot. You have kept my head up while I was drowning in my battle. You have guided me and enlighthened me to pursue a better life. You kept me from harming myself and led me to grow up. If you need anything just ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my fear....&lt;br /&gt;You have showed me a life I have never taken... a life that I would die for to keep. A life that is worth living and treasuring. A life quite better than what I had before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the story behind it and everything in it was and is always true...... I fully understand what you have said. Yet taking it, even though I was expecting it from the start, will be hard for me. I do understand your point and I will keep my part of your request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being honest and true.  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And that is the only thing that I want you to do, to be honest and true&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10205729-112141215610102664?l=shortsforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortsforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/112141215610102664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10205729&amp;postID=112141215610102664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10205729/posts/default/112141215610102664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10205729/posts/default/112141215610102664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortsforsale.blogspot.com/2005/07/another-entry.html' title='Another entry'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13969148351857379237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10205729.post-112141051903435555</id><published>2005-07-14T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T23:55:19.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to fill the space</title><content type='html'>I am an avid fan of motorsport especially the WRC and Formula one franchises. It is quite amazing how these two sport franchises with the magic of television make a regular race a great spectacle to watch. But recently, these two have lost the old luster that they had during the late 1990's and early 2000's. They just don't seem to be quite amusing now than before. Too much technology has made the races quite predictable and uninteresting at some points. But hey, Loeb still will be this year's champ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeking new alternatives to the previously stated franchises has brought me to discover an old sport that delivers a greater excitement than the two. It may not be as fast as F1 and WRC but it surely brings a lot of thrills to the viewers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this alternative is the Tour de France.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10205729-112141051903435555?l=shortsforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortsforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/112141051903435555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10205729&amp;postID=112141051903435555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10205729/posts/default/112141051903435555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10205729/posts/default/112141051903435555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortsforsale.blogspot.com/2005/07/something-to-fill-space.html' title='Something to fill the space'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13969148351857379237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10205729.post-112088502168973499</id><published>2005-07-08T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T21:57:01.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The spikes have got me.</title><content type='html'>The red spikes in me have already won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This hasn't been the first time I faced  them.I have been here countless of times and on each occasion I have come out victorious against them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly on each time we meet he constantly gets stronger and stronger. Too strong now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His blood now flows within me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am filled with anger, confusion, hatred and ressentment against the people I love and care. And each time I try to remove it out of my system I end up doing more harm than good. My good side now is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dying&lt;/span&gt;. Day by day it now vanishes replaced by the person who has the power to destroy, to hurt and to ruin everything that is good and wonderful in this life. With the remaining goodness within me I'll try to hold him as much as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who may get involved -----------------&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am sorry&lt;/span&gt;, it is beyond my control now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10205729-112088502168973499?l=shortsforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortsforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/112088502168973499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10205729&amp;postID=112088502168973499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10205729/posts/default/112088502168973499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10205729/posts/default/112088502168973499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortsforsale.blogspot.com/2005/07/spikes-have-got-me.html' title='The spikes have got me.'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13969148351857379237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10205729.post-111968555471976448</id><published>2005-06-25T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T00:45:54.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My answer to your question that day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes I am! &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But I can't hold it against you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Forgive me for being so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10205729-111968555471976448?l=shortsforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortsforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/111968555471976448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10205729&amp;postID=111968555471976448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10205729/posts/default/111968555471976448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10205729/posts/default/111968555471976448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortsforsale.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-answer-to-your-question-that-day.html' title='My answer to your question that day.'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13969148351857379237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10205729.post-111968529111742498</id><published>2005-06-25T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T00:41:31.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Venting Steam!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That kind of attitude makes me mad. So mad I hate to do a project  again!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10205729-111968529111742498?l=shortsforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortsforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/111968529111742498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10205729&amp;postID=111968529111742498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10205729/posts/default/111968529111742498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10205729/posts/default/111968529111742498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortsforsale.blogspot.com/2005/06/venting-steam.html' title='Venting Steam!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13969148351857379237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10205729.post-111701225196937875</id><published>2005-05-25T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T02:10:51.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quicksand</title><content type='html'>Quicksand is a nasty bugger in sandy regions. It victimizes you when you least expects it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It slowly pulls &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; down.......and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; struggle.....&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; move..... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; panic...... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; become hasty and bit by bit and inch by inch you slowly are engulfed by its sandy nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the remainder of your strength, your breath and your hope &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; reach out to anything you can cling on for dear life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is nothing to cling on &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;sink in more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till it reaches your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly but surely &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; loose sight of the world.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..............and all that the world would see would be your struggling hand still reaching out for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salvation..................but there is none............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............and it all things turn black............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......and it &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just Stay Calm and be Patient&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          you'll have a better chance to get out.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10205729-111701225196937875?l=shortsforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortsforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/111701225196937875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10205729&amp;postID=111701225196937875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10205729/posts/default/111701225196937875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10205729/posts/default/111701225196937875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortsforsale.blogspot.com/2005/05/quicksand.html' title='Quicksand'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13969148351857379237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10205729.post-111701124030017747</id><published>2005-05-25T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T01:54:00.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How do we save a sinking ship?</title><content type='html'>There are many ways to save a sinking ship......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the best thing we have to do when a ship is sinking is .................. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;not to save the ship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lives aboard the ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have to because on the first place it should not be sinking at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10205729-111701124030017747?l=shortsforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortsforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/111701124030017747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10205729&amp;postID=111701124030017747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10205729/posts/default/111701124030017747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10205729/posts/default/111701124030017747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortsforsale.blogspot.com/2005/05/how-do-we-save-sinking-ship.html' title='How do we save a sinking ship?'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13969148351857379237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10205729.post-111691745153268523</id><published>2005-05-23T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T23:50:51.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some better use for my time</title><content type='html'>These past months I have been going around with friends and aquaintances to places I have never been to and some I never knew existed. Some of them where strange and others where quite pleasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason behind this exploration is my strange hobby of exploring and understanding religion. Not just my own religion but many other religions as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This hobby is truly a fruitful one. There are a lot of things I have learned from this exploration that broaden my horizon on things. It also helped me understand why some people act differently because of religion. Also, there are some ideas and theories (as I call them) that are very profound and clear that may help people be more enlightened towards what they are seeking. There are still a lot of religions I have not explored yet and I am eager to learn more about. Faith is one mystical entity or feeling that needs to be understood yet is very illogical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my experience on this things I would say that :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----When people argue over thier differences in religion no body really knows who is right.----&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10205729-111691745153268523?l=shortsforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortsforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/111691745153268523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10205729&amp;postID=111691745153268523' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10205729/posts/default/111691745153268523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10205729/posts/default/111691745153268523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortsforsale.blogspot.com/2005/05/some-better-use-for-my-time.html' title='Some better use for my time'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13969148351857379237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10205729.post-111691657945930007</id><published>2005-05-23T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T23:36:19.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A summer short</title><content type='html'>While having a chat with an old friend of mine, I have learned the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&gt; There is a strange supernatural force somwhere at SJC.&lt;br /&gt;2&gt; The gravitational pull in SJC's quadrangle has a great effect on any electronic device.&lt;br /&gt;3&gt; The curing time for concrete used in roads is 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;4&gt; The curing done on our roads is 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;5&gt; The required standard thickness of concrete used in roads is 8 inches.&lt;br /&gt;6&gt; The thickness used in our roads is 4 inches.&lt;br /&gt;7&gt; The banana is not a tree but a herb.&lt;br /&gt;8&gt; Pragmatism is a higher level of lazyness.&lt;br /&gt;9&gt; Technology was made for a lazy lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;10&gt; Volunteering is hard &lt;a href="mailto:SH@T"&gt;SH*T!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11&gt; Politics comes from the words -Poly (meaning many) and ticks (meaning blood sucking assholes)-&lt;br /&gt;12&gt; The signs in the library are ironic.&lt;br /&gt;13&gt; The song blue sky is inapplicable here in Manila. ---Too much smog---&lt;br /&gt;14&gt; Everyone thinks they can run the country better once they are drunk. And Juancho loves his cards.&lt;br /&gt;15&gt; Summer is hot. And the LRT is a 15 peso gym/ sauna.&lt;br /&gt;16&gt; She looks best when she wears pink.&lt;br /&gt;17&gt; The stench of Dog Sh*t is at its most potent when you step on it after an hour of exposure to air.&lt;br /&gt;18&gt; The thing that makes Anne Curtis so attractive is her unique mole. --Go figure--.&lt;br /&gt;19&gt; Trucks in Manila are like trains. They take a long time to stop.&lt;br /&gt;20&gt; There is such a thing as quick tile which is like quick sand except its made of tiles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10205729-111691657945930007?l=shortsforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortsforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/111691657945930007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10205729&amp;postID=111691657945930007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10205729/posts/default/111691657945930007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10205729/posts/default/111691657945930007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortsforsale.blogspot.com/2005/05/summer-short.html' title='A summer short'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13969148351857379237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10205729.post-111655671709191418</id><published>2005-05-19T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T23:54:24.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From an observation</title><content type='html'>A leader:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the most simplest definition, a leader is the one person who leads. This definition has been accepted by a lot people. For from the word itself we can extract lead, the word that eminates command over an organization or a group of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the definition is quite true but also wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man can command a group of people but would never earn the respect of the people under his command.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of "command" is not leadership but mandatory and blind obedience. The subordinates under this type of command are obligated to follow because of fear or maybe because they are required to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is mostly found during the 1700's and at times of tyrrany and dictatorship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wise man once told me that good leadership is done by creating a good relationship with your subordinates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A leader who aspires a good output as a group must give his subordinates the highest respect he could ever give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He too must not alienate his subordinates but embrace them and make them feel comfortable with the work environment they are in. He would and should give confidence to his subordinates and never say I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the leader thinks in a higher level than his subordinates, he then must step down to the level of his subordinates and climb back up together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person is truly a  leader when he has command over an organization because of the respect, trust and confidence his subordinates has on him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10205729-111655671709191418?l=shortsforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortsforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/111655671709191418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10205729&amp;postID=111655671709191418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10205729/posts/default/111655671709191418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10205729/posts/default/111655671709191418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortsforsale.blogspot.com/2005/05/from-observation.html' title='From an observation'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13969148351857379237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10205729.post-111519273401901934</id><published>2005-05-04T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T00:45:34.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have to write this down.</title><content type='html'>Now I wonder after 3 months of going around and knowing around, I wonder if what I am aiming for is true. The recency of events says yes, so does my heart and mind, yet a cloud of doubt and unexpected variables shrouds my judgment and my mind and my heart is pushed to believe on the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A resounding No! would answer the questions regarding haste, disparity and the so called rebound event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This course of action which I chose to take on that faithful Monday has truly changed my life and my self to something more relaxed and yet angst at the same time. It has given a chance to me more vocal and open minded on situations regarding this and the natural course of life. It has made a life out of my closed centered routine I call Life. It has given headaches, migraines, sleeplessness, and worried moments accompanied by joy, laughter and a sense of freedom and being alive. I found something to live for  in this choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been three months from that Monday that I think and shall decide what to do next. I am not expecting anything to happen even if people say that you can’t expect nothing in return from what you have done I chose to do so; for expecting nothing would be the only thing that would keep me alive whether or not the outcome is good or bad. I just need to get myself ready for whatever may be the outcome. Either way the experience was, in its own way, fun and fulfilling to me. Best of luck to all of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10205729-111519273401901934?l=shortsforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortsforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/111519273401901934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10205729&amp;postID=111519273401901934' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10205729/posts/default/111519273401901934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10205729/posts/default/111519273401901934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortsforsale.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-have-to-write-this-down.html' title='I have to write this down.'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13969148351857379237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10205729.post-111105322494260427</id><published>2005-03-17T01:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T18:35:16.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sungka</title><content type='html'>Sungka- if ever that is spelled this way- was a game I understopd how to play for two years yet played it for the first time yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily in my baptism of shells I faced a seasoned veteran of the game who creamed me in this game more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still say her victory was a result of random error and bias (MANINFO); but I didn't argue this anymore. A lost is a lost and I am a gracious loser yet still a loser in this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I learned from this game is how to count fast and accurately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who haven't played this game try it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10205729-111105322494260427?l=shortsforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortsforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/111105322494260427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10205729&amp;postID=111105322494260427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10205729/posts/default/111105322494260427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10205729/posts/default/111105322494260427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortsforsale.blogspot.com/2005/03/sungka.html' title='Sungka'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13969148351857379237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10205729.post-110981913132309923</id><published>2005-03-02T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T19:05:31.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beating Stress in the morning</title><content type='html'>I woke up in a tense mood because I woke up late. Besides that my sister was moving so slow that it caused more delays for me to leave. Being insecure about this brought about a tromendous heache and strain in my head. It was like a clamp pressing my head so tight that my eyes would like to pop out thier sockets. From then on I though that this would turn out to be one of the worst days in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I left to go to were I intended to go, I suddenly realized that worrying about getting late just causes me more pain in my head than any good. So while listening to the radio and talking with my friend and sisiter in the car I started to think that I should stop worrying and smile for no reason at all. And so I did. It took a while to stop the constant stream of what if scenarios coming in my head but I suddenly got to block them as I got around the corner of Dela Rosa and Makati Avenue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I got to reach my destination, the air was normal and a new trash bin was installed in the smoking area. It was kinda neat that the trash can was so clean. Anyway I went inside the building with my friend trailing behind me. But as soon as we reached the gaurd he was denied entry to the building and then we parted ways without saying good bye- so I said to my self ---that went well---.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going up the elevator I still kept on thinking about the worst and how would the day turn up to be. With my half smile and my worried mind i started to get out of the elevator and made my way down the hallway. Traversing down the hallway I saw some familiar faces which whom I don't know that closely, then I wondered what am I to do now that I am late. Fearing the worst I continued my walk down the hall and to my surprise met one of my friends who greeted me with a smile. So I smiled back and my stress was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore it has come to me that I conclude this entry by saying.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best way to get rid of stress is by smiling even for no reason at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10205729-110981913132309923?l=shortsforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortsforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/110981913132309923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10205729&amp;postID=110981913132309923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10205729/posts/default/110981913132309923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10205729/posts/default/110981913132309923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortsforsale.blogspot.com/2005/03/beating-stress-in-morning.html' title='Beating Stress in the morning'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13969148351857379237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10205729.post-110750074539812076</id><published>2005-02-03T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T23:05:45.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Band Aid</title><content type='html'>Ther are more things  a band aid could do than just covering a wound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10205729-110750074539812076?l=shortsforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortsforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/110750074539812076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10205729&amp;postID=110750074539812076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10205729/posts/default/110750074539812076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10205729/posts/default/110750074539812076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortsforsale.blogspot.com/2005/02/band-aid.html' title='Band Aid'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13969148351857379237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10205729.post-110655893335874510</id><published>2005-01-24T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T01:30:48.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About Joe Black</title><content type='html'>My friend Joel showed me a quote that says--- "Nobody dies- when he loves"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds reasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my belief that loving someone is one reason for person to go through a day of hardships. Several people that I know go to school for plain and simple reason of seeing the one they love. There are sometimes that person loves what he is doing, hence this love will be the drive of his life. Pushing him tog go on with life, having a sense of living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But once this love is gone what happens next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. His/her life will become a routine and not a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10205729-110655893335874510?l=shortsforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortsforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/110655893335874510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10205729&amp;postID=110655893335874510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10205729/posts/default/110655893335874510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10205729/posts/default/110655893335874510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortsforsale.blogspot.com/2005/01/about-joe-black.html' title='About Joe Black'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13969148351857379237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10205729.post-110611970892573892</id><published>2005-01-18T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T23:28:28.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The wet market</title><content type='html'>Going around the wet market of Washington was a once in 2 years experience for me. And damn it was really wet. They love using water almost every where they want to. From the rables to the floors and even the walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprsingly enough was the existence of an association of market- mongers ("if there is such a word"). I never expected that this kind of thing would exist in such a place. The members of this association, as they call it, male and female by looks would resemble somebody from several gangster films I saw on TV. They don't look evil or bad but thier posture and stance would surely make a note on what I am trying to descibe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are the most friendly shop owners found ? All of them could be found in the meat and fish section of the market. The people who sell in this place are more polite and funny than most of the others. They are a snobbish looking people but deep inside they' re not that snobbish after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion to this as all the other shorts go and before I fall to sleep again..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing to buy in this place is ........ Chicken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Doesn't make any sense at all)......... I got to stop writing in this blog when I am half awake.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just another entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10205729-110611970892573892?l=shortsforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortsforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/110611970892573892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10205729&amp;postID=110611970892573892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10205729/posts/default/110611970892573892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10205729/posts/default/110611970892573892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortsforsale.blogspot.com/2005/01/wet-market.html' title='The wet market'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13969148351857379237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10205729.post-110603146982437312</id><published>2005-01-17T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T22:58:54.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About KFC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chicken&lt;/span&gt;................. Nothing beats &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;KFC&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least that's what what the ads and most people say. But is the chicken from the best chicken house in the country the reason for its success?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After conducting several observations and by my own experience I think that the reason why a lot of people chose &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;KFC&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as the best choice for chicken is........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more than the&lt;br /&gt;                                 "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#996633;"&gt;Gravy &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;they serve together with the chicken."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gravy &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;by itself can serve as the main dish.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chicken&lt;/span&gt;, without gravy it wouldn't be good.&lt;br /&gt;A person stops eating his chicken when he runs out of &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gravy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;A person's meal at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;KFC &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;revolves around the&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; gravy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The meal doesn't start without the &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gravy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; butt it could start without the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;chicken&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Int conclusion I could say that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;KFC&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s house specialty is not the chicken but the &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gravy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whether the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;chicken&lt;/span&gt; or the &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;egg&lt;/span&gt; was the first to come doesn't matter at all. They all come second to the &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gravy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. For without &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;gravy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;chicken&lt;/span&gt; wouldn't be a regular dish served at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;KFC&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10205729-110603146982437312?l=shortsforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortsforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/110603146982437312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10205729&amp;postID=110603146982437312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10205729/posts/default/110603146982437312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10205729/posts/default/110603146982437312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortsforsale.blogspot.com/2005/01/about-kfc.html' title='About KFC'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13969148351857379237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10205729.post-110595138329152424</id><published>2005-01-17T01:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T00:43:03.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do.</title><content type='html'>When going around the town of Remagen or on a small crossroads, it is always nice not to  stay too close to any wall. Because of rockets fired by one Chester Obligado. It doesn't matter if the rocket doesn't directly hit you. It will sure hit the wall and evetually kill you. The rockets maybe slow but watching it come close to you can surely paralyze ones nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------- In conclusion;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a rocket fired by chester comes flying towards you, there is nothing else to do but pray that you will survive or that he's close enough to be killed by his own rocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10205729-110595138329152424?l=shortsforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortsforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/110595138329152424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10205729&amp;postID=110595138329152424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10205729/posts/default/110595138329152424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10205729/posts/default/110595138329152424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortsforsale.blogspot.com/2005/01/what-to-do.html' title='What to do.'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13969148351857379237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10205729.post-110594852157790670</id><published>2005-01-16T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T23:55:21.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Short</title><content type='html'>This is the first short message in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10205729-110594852157790670?l=shortsforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortsforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/110594852157790670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10205729&amp;postID=110594852157790670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10205729/posts/default/110594852157790670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10205729/posts/default/110594852157790670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortsforsale.blogspot.com/2005/01/first-short_110594852157790670.html' title='First Short'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13969148351857379237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
