<?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-8003535144613873476</id><updated>2011-10-17T23:33:49.931-07:00</updated><category term='Fighting Temptations'/><category term='ice cream'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='NBC'/><category term='Heroes'/><category term='Haagen Daz'/><category term='Myspace'/><category term='kisses'/><category term='videos'/><category term='music'/><category term='clockwatching'/><category term='Superbad'/><category term='Friendster'/><category term='never too much'/><category term='volleyball'/><category term='time'/><category term='complaints'/><category term='1000 kisses'/><category term='Jason Mraz'/><category term='food'/><category term='Knocked Up'/><category term='mom'/><category term='Maxwell'/><category term='love'/><category term='Scrubs'/><category term='blogs'/><title type='text'>Impulse Response</title><subtitle type='html'>Spontaneous Thoughts and Insights About Love, Life, Music, Food, and Stupidity</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulse-response.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003535144613873476/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulse-response.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02112098715457464284</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>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003535144613873476.post-2673895766407427179</id><published>2007-12-04T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T07:04:29.460-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Knocked Up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Superbad'/><title type='text'>Mclovin' is Bad Ass</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A couple of days ago, I watched this movie called "Superbad" which is a movie about 2 senior best friend geeks in high school trying to get laid before they get into college.  Its such a cliche right?  Actually... its a great movie.  The dialogue is very smart and funny.  What can you expect when the director is Judd Apatow and stars Michael Cera, Seth Rogen and some of the cast members of the movie "Knocked Up" (this is another movie you should watch... the scene with the bouncer which is an actor in "The Office" is so hilarious). You guys should definitely watch this movie.  Its like "American Pie" meets "Harold and Kumar goes to White Castle".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyhoo... there was a scene where the 2 best friends and one of their geeky friend had a mission to get a fake ID so that they could buy booze for a party that their prospective chicks were holding. Anyway... so their geeky friend (and I mean really geeky, glasses and all!) gets the fake ID but puts down the wrong name.  The name he puts down was Mclovin'.  Oh yes... no first name...and no last name.  It was just Mclovin'.     While buying the booze, "Mclovin'" gets involved in a liquor store robbery (he got punched by the mugger) and is interrogated by 2 moronic cops.  They look at his ID and they see the name.  The 2 cops soon drive around town with Mclovin' thinking him as some cool cassanova just because of his name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, it got me wondering, would my life actually be different if I had a different name.  Would I actually be cooler than I am now.  Frankly... I think the name Davey is such a pussy name.  I remember before when I was in high school... I would actually fantasize about having a different name like Ace or Flash.  Would chicks dig these names?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, I am actually pondering the notion what it would like be if I was named "Mclovin'".  That would be so bad ass!  I mean... people calling you Mclovin... hmmm... so awesome.  If I had that name I bet I would get a lot of tail.  Possibly, even on a daily basis.  I mean... chicks would actually line up to taste some Mclovin'.  What a funny notion, right?  I could be the image model for McDonalds or something, right?  The tag line could be... " Come and Taste some Big Mclovin'" or something like that, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmmm... what if people started calling me "the drake".  This name was a character in Seinfeld (Sitcom).  "The drake" would actually seem cool.  Or maybe... if I was called "Mojambo" or "Santoro".  It would be so ethnic and mafia, right?  Oh, and if I was in the mafia... that would absolutely be ridonc!!!  People calling me "the drake" or "mickey the bat" or "Db the bull" or something so mafia cool and suave.  Being a cool and collected hitman or boss in the mafia would be so "Godfather".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I bet other people think about the "what if's" if their name was different.  Would people actually look at you and relate to you differently by changing just a minute detail of yourself like your name?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003535144613873476-2673895766407427179?l=impulse-response.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulse-response.blogspot.com/feeds/2673895766407427179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8003535144613873476&amp;postID=2673895766407427179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003535144613873476/posts/default/2673895766407427179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003535144613873476/posts/default/2673895766407427179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulse-response.blogspot.com/2007/12/mclovin-is-bad-ass.html' title='Mclovin&apos; is Bad Ass'/><author><name>Davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02112098715457464284</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-8003535144613873476.post-6193837616234026720</id><published>2007-12-01T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T00:50:13.378-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrubs'/><title type='text'>Sooo Funny!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This video is so hilarious.  It is a fans tribute to Zach Braff (goofy star of "scrubs").  Some dude who loves Zach Braff did this... its so funny.  Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3_gebFHutLw&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3_gebFHutLw&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003535144613873476-6193837616234026720?l=impulse-response.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulse-response.blogspot.com/feeds/6193837616234026720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8003535144613873476&amp;postID=6193837616234026720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003535144613873476/posts/default/6193837616234026720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003535144613873476/posts/default/6193837616234026720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulse-response.blogspot.com/2007/12/sooo-funny.html' title='Sooo Funny!!!'/><author><name>Davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02112098715457464284</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-8003535144613873476.post-7354181348665082496</id><published>2007-11-30T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T07:41:13.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back Baby!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I neglected posting the last few days as I have been really busy with work stuff and appeasing my mother with small insignificant errands. Hence, I have been coming home wasted and to lazy to type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I just came from this "Thanksgiving Celebration" of the church I go to.  In this celebration of sorts, the members of the parish have to prepare food for over 1,000 people in the community.  Damn, can you imagine people going nuts over food.  Man, it was hellish serving people that were trying to sneak into lines to get to the best parts of the roast pig or "lechon".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not really the church going type and don't really adhere to a specific religion but because my mom demands it... I have to pretend.    Funny thing is, sometimes when we are at church...I fall asleep while the pastor is preaching.  Sometimes, I wonder if God would just hurl a bolt of lightning down my ass just to wake me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so psyched that I was able to move my flight to Manila earlier from Dec. 20 to Dec. 13.  Oooohhhh!  I can't wait to get my hands on fat and greasy heaven.  Mcdonald's Quarter Pounder is so awesome!!!  One of those bad boys would definitely hit the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003535144613873476-7354181348665082496?l=impulse-response.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulse-response.blogspot.com/feeds/7354181348665082496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8003535144613873476&amp;postID=7354181348665082496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003535144613873476/posts/default/7354181348665082496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003535144613873476/posts/default/7354181348665082496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulse-response.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-back-baby.html' title='I&apos;m Back Baby!!!'/><author><name>Davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02112098715457464284</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-8003535144613873476.post-475530991534321452</id><published>2007-11-24T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T03:14:41.340-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice cream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haagen Daz'/><title type='text'>Absolutely Exquisite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BTApqegv8AM/R0gWSOj2owI/AAAAAAAAABs/i1LUDdKE6cg/s1600-h/pro_ddi_200.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BTApqegv8AM/R0gWSOj2owI/AAAAAAAAABs/i1LUDdKE6cg/s320/pro_ddi_200.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136379877417984770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Yum yum!  I miss this soooo much!!!  I can't wait to get back to manila so I can lick and suck down these bad boys.  Haagen Daz ice cream is absolutely awesome.  Sometimes, it's even better than sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only ice cream brands that are available here in the south is the crappy and mediocre nestle and selecta.  That really blows.  Despite it being pricy, Haagen Daz is the best ice cream I have ever laid my horrible tongue on.  All other brands in the Philippines cannot compete with its creamy richness and texture.  I especially love the "Dulce de Leche" flavor.  Oh man!!!  It's like "leche flan" with steroids as ice cream.  Whew!  I almost blew my load just mentioning the flavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BTApqegv8AM/R0gX8uj2oxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JL_A7vH84g8/s1600-h/pro_ddi_101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 140px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BTApqegv8AM/R0gX8uj2oxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JL_A7vH84g8/s320/pro_ddi_101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136381707074052882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Someone once asked me, "if you had Haagen Daz on your left hand and Elisha Cuthbert on your right hand, which would you choose?"  I quickly answered, " put your hands together!".  Oh yeah baby!  That would be absolutely  ridonculous!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmmm... let me meditate on that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003535144613873476-475530991534321452?l=impulse-response.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulse-response.blogspot.com/feeds/475530991534321452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8003535144613873476&amp;postID=475530991534321452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003535144613873476/posts/default/475530991534321452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003535144613873476/posts/default/475530991534321452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulse-response.blogspot.com/2007/11/absolutely-exquisite.html' title='Absolutely Exquisite'/><author><name>Davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02112098715457464284</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BTApqegv8AM/R0gWSOj2owI/AAAAAAAAABs/i1LUDdKE6cg/s72-c/pro_ddi_200.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003535144613873476.post-8002717585065648580</id><published>2007-11-22T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T04:35:52.150-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><title type='text'>Running Out of Time?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A couple of nights ago, I was minding my own business downloading some stuff (I emphatically deny porn as the stuff being downloaded) off the internet and surfing around when Triccie, one of my friends from Manila, chatted me up via Yahoo Messenger.  During the course of our discussion, the topic of me hooking up with someone from our group was awakened from a deep, dark  slumber.  This topic got me thinking about life.  In fact, my world began to rapidly compress with me in the middle.  Fortunately, because of my plump body, the world gave up shrinking.  It was too hard (that's what she said...).  Whew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, that whole thing made me wonder why it is so hard for me to actually find someone.  I see people my age getting married, having kids, or just plain living it up with the one they love.  Why is it I am not?  Will I ever get married to the right one?  Has the perfect opportunity pass me by?  I realized that I am very, very, very, complicated.  During my reflection over a cup of hot choco and 2 dozen biscuits (I eat a lot when I am disturbed... who am I kidding, I eat a lot!!!), I jumped to the conclusion that I had turned into something I never thought I could be.  I was now a "commitaphobe" which is someone that is afraid to commit.  How did I come to this conclusion you may ask?  Well, it seems that whenever I meet a girl who I am sort of attracted to, I always try to find flaws in the girl right away.  I mean even the very minute detail of a flaw will turn me off hence, my whole attraction trickles down the drain.  Yeah, I know right?  Crazy, but I've subliminaly been doing this for the past 3 years.  I know the root of all this and so do some of my closest friends but I am just not ready to share it yet.  Anyhoo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you guys watch or used to watch Seinfeld, I basically do what they do when they date.  Look for flaws.  This is basically a defense mechanism because you are afraid to dwelve deeper into the relationship.  You are afraid that if you open up to someone and give that effort in the relationship, you might regret it later on.  Some would say that it may be a fear of rejection.  In this case, I rarely have that fear since I have taken a lot of brutal rejections (how did you guess?) in my life.  One more would not really make a difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At this point of meditation, my good friend, Toni, sent me a message via Yahoo and I recounted these thoughts to her.  She actually relaxed me and said that I should not worry.  The right thing will eventually come at the right time (Thanks buddy!).  And then I thought, she's right!(By the way, Toni is a chick.)  Why should I pressure myself when I still have a lot of time.  And then I thought, if I just ride the waves of life, I should be able to meet that perfect counterpoint in my life that would flush all the fears of commitment out of my system and into the craphole, right?  Then I thought, could that perfect counterpoint be Elisha Cuthbert?  Then I thought, If Elisha brought me some Krispy Kreme donuts... she would be the one.  Then I thought of eating donuts while watching Jessica Alba getting it on, in the sex video we made, with Elisha watching as well beside me.  Finally, I thought of something really ridonculous.  A foursome starring me, Elisha, Jessica, and a Krispy Kreme glazed donut.  That would be so awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, so all you people out there having the same problems and realizations...  always keep in mind that you are not running out of time and that perfect moment will soon come for you guys. I know it will arrive soon enough for me.  I am going back to Manila for the holidays, who knows?  If it doesn't, eat a Krispy Kreme donut, you will definitely forget your problem due to the sweet juicy nectar and soft chewy dough.  Oh man... I'm salivating again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know your thoughts or if this piece made any sense, or if this post is just a piece of shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003535144613873476-8002717585065648580?l=impulse-response.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulse-response.blogspot.com/feeds/8002717585065648580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8003535144613873476&amp;postID=8002717585065648580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003535144613873476/posts/default/8002717585065648580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003535144613873476/posts/default/8002717585065648580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulse-response.blogspot.com/2007/11/running-out-of-time.html' title='Running Out of Time?'/><author><name>Davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02112098715457464284</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-8003535144613873476.post-5871578345542613208</id><published>2007-11-20T06:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T06:31:31.167-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrubs'/><title type='text'>Guy Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like any geek or goofball, I love watching "Scrubs".  The show is hilarious.  "Kudos" to the writing and the acting.  Definitely Top 5 in my list of sitcoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest episode for me was the Season 6 Musical Episode (They shot the whole episode as a musical).  And I bring you the funniest part.  Check out this video about Guy Love between JD and Turk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lL4L4Uv5rf0&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lL4L4Uv5rf0&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friggin' Hilarious, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003535144613873476-5871578345542613208?l=impulse-response.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulse-response.blogspot.com/feeds/5871578345542613208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8003535144613873476&amp;postID=5871578345542613208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003535144613873476/posts/default/5871578345542613208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003535144613873476/posts/default/5871578345542613208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulse-response.blogspot.com/2007/11/guy-love.html' title='Guy Love'/><author><name>Davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02112098715457464284</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-8003535144613873476.post-9214422639793386921</id><published>2007-11-20T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T03:24:09.498-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fighting Temptations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Sobbing Like a Little Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shalom!  I can't believe how a softy I really am.  Sometimes while watching chickflicks and "feel good" movies, I can't help but well up and sob at certain melodramatic parts.  I've noticed that only a few men fall down from the heights of their machismos.  I know some men are softies like me but hate to admit or show it publicly.  Hey, its nothing to be embarrassed about.  I think men are allowed to cry once in awhile.  I cry a lot so maybe there is something wrong with me but who cares. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyhoo, one of the films where I broke down and sobbed like a little girl was "Fighting Temptations" starring Beyonce (oh my she is smokin') and Cuba Gooding.  This is a great "feel good" movie focusing on how belief in God can really change your life.  Great Singers like Melba Moore, Faith Evans, Angie Stone, the O-Jays, Montrell Jordan, and other artists come together to complete the cast.  The musical talent in this film is enough to already get you to your knees.  To hear them singing black gospel songs is inspirational.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now to where I became a little girl.  Oh yes... it was this exact part in the movie when all these great stars performed together in order to win the Baptist Choir Competition.  They sing "He Still Loves Me".  Check it out on this video.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BJE0sDYXsbQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BJE0sDYXsbQ&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This song really got me going into an uncontrollable sobfest.  I realized that if this made me cry that there must truly be a God that loves us all.  Now I am not one to openly preach about my belief, but this song is so powerful.  It's as powerful as the tremors I make when I jump.  It's as powerful as my invigorating breath when I wake up in the morning.  It's as powerful as my jaws chewing on some bacon.  Hmmmm, bacon, hmmmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seriously, the song for me is so amazing on deeper levels.  The song also tells us that no matter where we are, what we do, and who we are, "He" will always love us.  Just to clarify... I meant "He" as God and not some gay dude trying to give me a dirty sanchez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003535144613873476-9214422639793386921?l=impulse-response.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulse-response.blogspot.com/feeds/9214422639793386921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8003535144613873476&amp;postID=9214422639793386921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003535144613873476/posts/default/9214422639793386921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003535144613873476/posts/default/9214422639793386921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulse-response.blogspot.com/2007/11/sobbing-like-little-girl.html' title='Sobbing Like a Little Girl'/><author><name>Davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02112098715457464284</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-8003535144613873476.post-2441844861377312611</id><published>2007-11-19T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T07:02:05.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Dumb</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What a horrifying night.  I tried to customize this site with a new look but because of my moronic moves, I almost erased everything I already placed in the original site.  Its a good thing I was able to salvage the site by using one of the base templates from Blogger.  I am so worthless when it comes to web stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003535144613873476-2441844861377312611?l=impulse-response.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulse-response.blogspot.com/feeds/2441844861377312611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8003535144613873476&amp;postID=2441844861377312611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003535144613873476/posts/default/2441844861377312611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003535144613873476/posts/default/2441844861377312611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulse-response.blogspot.com/2007/11/almost-dumb.html' title='Almost Dumb'/><author><name>Davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02112098715457464284</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-8003535144613873476.post-7823271715084296470</id><published>2007-11-19T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T03:14:41.542-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NBC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heroes'/><title type='text'>Heroes:  A Nerd's Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BTApqegv8AM/R0FY7-j2ouI/AAAAAAAAABc/LAI2llxgGzE/s1600-h/heroes-downloads-desktop-season2-1-800x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BTApqegv8AM/R0FY7-j2ouI/AAAAAAAAABc/LAI2llxgGzE/s320/heroes-downloads-desktop-season2-1-800x600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134482837607981794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heroes is awesome.  I applaud NBC and Tim Kring for this monumental show featuring normal people that gain extraordinary abilities.  For nerds like me, a dreamer, we always daydream of having super powers and either using it for good or evil.  This show is great because it focuses not only on super powers but on how different people cope with it.  It simulates how these people will feel should they discover their ability and how they would use it based on an individual's level of morality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is definitely one of my favorite shows of all time.  I assume that most of you guys already watch this.  For those who haven't... you are missing something awesome.  My favorite character in the show is actually Peter Petrelli.  He is an empath.  An empath is one that can absorb and use the powers of people he comes in contact to.  His power is similar to Rogue's power in X-Men.  Ooops... Nerd Alert!  Anyhoo... his power is awesome only if there are other people around you with powers.  Otherwise... its useless.  Unless he can absorb any kind of ability whether supernatural or ordinary.  This is so cool.  What If I could absorb the ability to have a longer schlong or an ability to hold my wad for more than 2 minutes.  That would be the best!!! Hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Heroes.  Anyway, I found a cool blogsite that analyzes and speculates each episode of Heroes to look for holes and how the show can improve on its already impressive storyline.  Check it out on my blogroll.  Its Labeled "Heroes Among Us".  Also, check out &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/"&gt;www.NBC.com&lt;/a&gt; for Heroes' news, pictures, wallpapers, graphic novels, etc..  Guys, I also have a poll below on what superpowers you would choose if it was possible.  I chose invisibility.  I know what your thinking... and the answer is YES, I am a pervert.  I just want to see naked breasts and bottoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Hayden Panittiere (she plays claire bennet on the show with regenerative powers) is so awesomely cute.  I wish I could shrink her to the size of my thumb than put her in my pocket so I can carry her around everywhere I go. I could call her thumbellina.  That would be so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003535144613873476-7823271715084296470?l=impulse-response.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulse-response.blogspot.com/feeds/7823271715084296470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8003535144613873476&amp;postID=7823271715084296470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003535144613873476/posts/default/7823271715084296470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003535144613873476/posts/default/7823271715084296470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulse-response.blogspot.com/2007/11/heroes-nerd-dream.html' title='Heroes:  A Nerd&apos;s Dream'/><author><name>Davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02112098715457464284</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BTApqegv8AM/R0FY7-j2ouI/AAAAAAAAABc/LAI2llxgGzE/s72-c/heroes-downloads-desktop-season2-1-800x600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003535144613873476.post-1479729165564260731</id><published>2007-11-18T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T03:14:41.673-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='volleyball'/><title type='text'>Those Were The Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    Just a few minutes ago, I was looking at my disgusting pig-like body through the mirror.  Fortunately, the glass didn't shatter from the stress.  The disastrous image started to bring back memories of my college days.  Whether you believe me or not, I was a buff guy back then.  I used to be a member of the UP Varsity Volleyball Team and, for awhile, trained with the RP Youth Team.  There was a time when I could actually dunk a ball through a regulation basketball hoop.  Nowadays, I cause a tremor when I even try to jump.  If you guys don't believe me, here is a picture of the 1996 UP Volleyball Team.... now look for me.... wait for it... yeah that's me on the bottom right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BTApqegv8AM/R0Aq0uj2osI/AAAAAAAAABM/iQY21f9so08/s1600-h/773685740l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BTApqegv8AM/R0Aq0uj2osI/AAAAAAAAABM/iQY21f9so08/s320/773685740l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134150660542341826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So there it is, that is me 11 years and 70lbs ago.   When I think about it, I even used to have abs.  All I have now is 1 gigantic "ab".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Those were really the days.  I actually miss playing volleyball and these guys.  We placed 2nd in the UAAP that year losing to UST in the finals.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just want to share this tidbit of info with you guys.  I used to be thin and fit with muscles all over.  Now I only have one muscle left, my brain.  Well, whats left of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ciao,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003535144613873476-1479729165564260731?l=impulse-response.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulse-response.blogspot.com/feeds/1479729165564260731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8003535144613873476&amp;postID=1479729165564260731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003535144613873476/posts/default/1479729165564260731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003535144613873476/posts/default/1479729165564260731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulse-response.blogspot.com/2007/11/those-were-days.html' title='Those Were The Days'/><author><name>Davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02112098715457464284</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BTApqegv8AM/R0Aq0uj2osI/AAAAAAAAABM/iQY21f9so08/s72-c/773685740l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003535144613873476.post-6469141859424970170</id><published>2007-11-17T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T16:21:17.264-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Mom's 66th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shalom!  Today is my mom's 66th birthday.  I tried so hard to wake up at 4:00am this morning so I could be the first one to greet her.  A futile attempt though.  I ended up greeting her at 7:30am instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that my fat brothers Mike and Louie, my sister Cindy, my niece Alexa, my nephew  Rocco were here to make her day much more special.  I wish that there was Coffee Crunch Cake here for her celebration today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what is in store for today foodwise.  Everytime a birthday occurs in the family, we dine like there was no tomorrow.  Food is the ultimate celebration.  It is obviously another reason why fat is a vital member of our family genealogy.  One day I will post pictures of my whole family just to prove to you that we love food so much.  We love food so much that we dream about it everynight and eat tons of it everyday.  Gluttons!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have to go to church now.  I hope I don't get badly burned.  Last Sunday, I ignited like flint so bad.  Hhmmmm... I wonder why I always get burns in church?  I wish there were chicks in the church I go to.  Back in Manila, I only went to church if it housed a lot of hot chicks.  Yeah... hot chicks motivate me to go to church.  God must be so happy with me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003535144613873476-6469141859424970170?l=impulse-response.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulse-response.blogspot.com/feeds/6469141859424970170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8003535144613873476&amp;postID=6469141859424970170' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003535144613873476/posts/default/6469141859424970170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003535144613873476/posts/default/6469141859424970170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulse-response.blogspot.com/2007/11/moms-66th-birthday.html' title='Mom&apos;s 66th Birthday'/><author><name>Davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02112098715457464284</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-8003535144613873476.post-5839736810941438384</id><published>2007-11-17T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T04:55:53.095-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maxwell'/><title type='text'>Maxwell - Master of Cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UXH1zKzy8jw&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UXH1zKzy8jw&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maxwell is "DA BOMB"!!!  Probably one of the coolest voices in the world, Maxwell, is able to woo the crowd with his sexy vibe and antics.  Sometimes I really wish I had his suave appeal and cool headtone riffs.  Enjoy!!!  (Also do check out his other 2 songs "Whenever, Wherever, Whatever" and "Woman's Work".)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003535144613873476-5839736810941438384?l=impulse-response.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulse-response.blogspot.com/feeds/5839736810941438384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8003535144613873476&amp;postID=5839736810941438384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003535144613873476/posts/default/5839736810941438384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003535144613873476/posts/default/5839736810941438384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulse-response.blogspot.com/2007/11/maxwell-master-of-cool.html' title='Maxwell - Master of Cool'/><author><name>Davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02112098715457464284</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-8003535144613873476.post-2514980953099844031</id><published>2007-11-17T04:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T04:38:35.404-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myspace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendster'/><title type='text'>Friendster and Myspace - A Guy's Comparison</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I both maintain accounts for Myspace andFriendster.  However I am more inclined to Friendster as most of my friends, current or long lost, utilize it.  Based on what I have witnessed, Filipinos prefer Friendster than Myspace.  If you go to any Internet Cafe or Kiosk, you will easily find people checking out or updating their Friendster account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you the practical difference between the two online networking sites from a man's point of view.  I am a man... well I think I am :P. I use friendster to truly keep in touch with my real friends from childhood all the way to present.  This has become a convenient way of communication without actual physical or vocal expressions for me.  It's just like email but with more frills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for Myspace, I started my account about 2 years ago.  My friend Paul suggested this as an alternative to Friendster but in a different sense.  He told me that there are more hot chicks in Myspace than in Friendster.  With my libido now intrigued, I checked it out.  I noticed that there are more hot (filipino) chicks listed in Myspace than Friendster.  And the chicks that you could find in Myspace were more daring in terms of clothing, lifestyle, and expressions.  Hence, I created my own Myspace account.   Funny thing is... Paul and I maintained our accounts so we could hopefully meet new chicks and score.  That is how pathetic we were.... we are.  You know... we added a lot of chicks we didn't know at all to our immediate network of friends.  I added about 100 or so chicks and about 3 guys to my list of friends.  The sluttier the chick was on their profile, the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did we ever score with these chicks?  A resounding "NO" would be the correct answer.  It so funny what a guy would do to get laid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003535144613873476-2514980953099844031?l=impulse-response.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulse-response.blogspot.com/feeds/2514980953099844031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8003535144613873476&amp;postID=2514980953099844031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003535144613873476/posts/default/2514980953099844031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003535144613873476/posts/default/2514980953099844031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulse-response.blogspot.com/2007/11/friendster-and-myspace-guys-comparison.html' title='Friendster and Myspace - A Guy&apos;s Comparison'/><author><name>Davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02112098715457464284</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-8003535144613873476.post-8696397470371601322</id><published>2007-11-16T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T23:27:22.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Non-sensical Chill Out Chatter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Its a cloudy Saturday and I am spending the day surfing and blogging while sipping on a hot hazelnut brew and listening to the soothing chill out sounds of Hed Kandi.  I wish it would rain already and complete the ambiance I am idealizing.  I feel so lazy today.  I am supposed to run some minute errands but to hell with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if there are other people that are experiencing the same thing today.  It kinda makes you think that with so many people in the world, is there at least one person that is sipping on a hot hazelnut brew while surfing and blogging at this very moment?  Is there at least one person feeling the exact laziness I am feeling and listening to the same music as well?  Sometimes, I do wonder if the connection we have with other people around the world is in a deeper existential plane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wonder what would happen if we could read each other's mind?  What if there was no idea of clothing and all of us were nude?  Would men react sexually to a woman's breast if we were all used to a life of nudity? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could I take a punch in the face from Lennox Lewis and still be standing?  If I had a sex video with Jessica Alba or Elisha Cuthbert that was broadcasted through the Internet... would people think I was cool?  Or would people laugh at a fat, hairy, and awkward moron trying to please a woman?  Or would people just enjoy looking at a nude celebrity shagging and would not notice the loser getting lucky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you now think me mental or a druggie.... hehe.  Back to reality Davey!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003535144613873476-8696397470371601322?l=impulse-response.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulse-response.blogspot.com/feeds/8696397470371601322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8003535144613873476&amp;postID=8696397470371601322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003535144613873476/posts/default/8696397470371601322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003535144613873476/posts/default/8696397470371601322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulse-response.blogspot.com/2007/11/non-sensical-chill-out-chatter.html' title='Non-sensical Chill Out Chatter'/><author><name>Davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02112098715457464284</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-8003535144613873476.post-1332641790924553757</id><published>2007-11-16T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T05:30:42.093-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1000 kisses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kisses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='never too much'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>1,000 Kisses by Will and Jada Smith</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TZusL-6zBgo&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TZusL-6zBgo&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another catchy and touching groove that I would like to share with you guys.  1,000 kisses is a song using a sample from Luther Vandross' old song "Never Too Much" which makes my top 100 "kick ass" songs of all time.  Anyway, I decided to post this song instead of the original simply because of its modern vibe and cool and romatic lyrics.  Oh...and I also love Will and Jada.  I think this celebrity couple is the one to look up to.  Through and through they always stick together and have a laugh while doing it.  I do wish that I would someday find the relationship like what Will and Jada have, in the future.  Of course... I still have to search for that special lady.  Any applicants chikas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003535144613873476-1332641790924553757?l=impulse-response.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulse-response.blogspot.com/feeds/1332641790924553757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8003535144613873476&amp;postID=1332641790924553757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003535144613873476/posts/default/1332641790924553757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003535144613873476/posts/default/1332641790924553757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulse-response.blogspot.com/2007/11/1000-kisses-by-will-and-jada-smith.html' title='1,000 Kisses by Will and Jada Smith'/><author><name>Davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02112098715457464284</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-8003535144613873476.post-8919914599272443605</id><published>2007-11-16T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T05:42:53.086-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complaints'/><title type='text'>Tough Times in Blogsville</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My third day as a rookie blogger was such a hassle.  I just noticed this morning that this blogsite can't be found on google and other search engines.  I am a total newbie in this so I had to read a bunch of help documents just to try to understand how I can expand the reach of this blog.  I started this blog to express thoughts in cyberspace and apparently no one hear me.  In any case, I believe I somehow created an interim solution by pinging search engines and bloglisting.  However, this kinda blows for me as there should be an automated way for your site to ride the waves of search engines.  This blogsite service is owned by Google already yet it seems that even if one puts up a blogsite it does not mean that the site will be easily accessed through its principal search engine.  I configured all the settings and the site is still invisible in Google's world.  I did everything in their help documents and nothing happens.  Anyhow... I decided to just list my blogsite to different blogospheres and blog communities out there and see if I can redirect some traffic in here.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003535144613873476-8919914599272443605?l=impulse-response.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulse-response.blogspot.com/feeds/8919914599272443605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8003535144613873476&amp;postID=8919914599272443605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003535144613873476/posts/default/8919914599272443605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003535144613873476/posts/default/8919914599272443605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulse-response.blogspot.com/2007/11/tough-times-in-blogsville.html' title='Tough Times in Blogsville'/><author><name>Davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02112098715457464284</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-8003535144613873476.post-6080344851608132620</id><published>2007-11-15T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T03:14:41.846-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Late Night Cravings (episode 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;11:00pm, dark and cold on this gloomy november night.  Only the flicker of the computer monitor illuminates.  The sweet and relaxing vibe of Luther soothingly surrounds the room.  Suddenly, a fantastic yet encruciating feeling pervades.  A soft rumble and serene moan breaks the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, its me and I have felt the hunger pangs and require the delicate satisfaction of something out of my reach.  Pizza!  Not just any pizza. I desire the scrumptuous delight of  a pie with spicy marinara sauce and sweet Italian sausage, spicy Capicola ham, julienne salami, Fontina, Mozzarella and Parmesan cheeses. Topped with fresh oregano and basil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes... heaven's delight!  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;California Pizza Kitchen's (CPK) Sicilian Neapolitan Pizza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BTApqegv8AM/Rzxd1Oj2orI/AAAAAAAAABA/pLtqhdqFFFU/s1600-h/sicilian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BTApqegv8AM/Rzxd1Oj2orI/AAAAAAAAABA/pLtqhdqFFFU/s320/sicilian.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133080844318450354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is so delish!!!  I remember back in the day when me and my older brother would just hop in a car and drive for about 10 minutes until we reached the Shangri-La mall, heaven's gate, where the spicy aroma of the most exhilarating mixture of meat and spices await.   In other words, we would have lunch and order this pizza along with a side order of salad, veggie nacho chips with artichoke dip, a platter of fettucini, and tall glasses of bottomless root beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you guys are thinking... and yes this is one reason why all of us in the family can feed a whole village with bacon  from our thighs.  In any case, I would give my left foot just to eat this again.  But since no one really wants my left foot... I will have to wait this out until I go back to Manila.  I should be back there in a month and half.  When I do get there... CPK watch out!!!&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/8003535144613873476-6080344851608132620?l=impulse-response.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulse-response.blogspot.com/feeds/6080344851608132620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8003535144613873476&amp;postID=6080344851608132620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003535144613873476/posts/default/6080344851608132620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003535144613873476/posts/default/6080344851608132620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulse-response.blogspot.com/2007/11/late-night-cravings-episode-1.html' title='Late Night Cravings (episode 1)'/><author><name>Davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02112098715457464284</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BTApqegv8AM/Rzxd1Oj2orI/AAAAAAAAABA/pLtqhdqFFFU/s72-c/sicilian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003535144613873476.post-6457509907945996844</id><published>2007-11-15T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T05:46:18.706-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Keep On Hoping - Raul Midon and Jason Mraz</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TAK5jy0zW_I&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TAK5jy0zW_I&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Curbside Prophet is back with reinforcements.  What an exquisite combination of voices and melodies.  Raul Midon, a wonderful occularly -challenged, thick voiced singer/guitarist and Jason Mraz, a spectacular lyric and lick trickster combine to mesh their talents to create a refreshing vocal masterpiece, "Keep on Hoping".  I love how simple this song is with perfect harmonies entwined.  Enjoy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003535144613873476-6457509907945996844?l=impulse-response.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulse-response.blogspot.com/feeds/6457509907945996844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8003535144613873476&amp;postID=6457509907945996844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003535144613873476/posts/default/6457509907945996844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003535144613873476/posts/default/6457509907945996844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulse-response.blogspot.com/2007/11/keep-on-hoping-raul-midon-and-jason.html' title='Keep On Hoping - Raul Midon and Jason Mraz'/><author><name>Davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02112098715457464284</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-8003535144613873476.post-8750985700573760996</id><published>2007-11-15T03:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T02:56:08.594-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clockwatching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jason Mraz'/><title type='text'>Jason Mraz's Clockwatching</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tuu9uPccPnc&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;color1=0xd6d6d6&amp;amp;color2=0xf0f0f0&amp;amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tuu9uPccPnc&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;color1=0xd6d6d6&amp;amp;color2=0xf0f0f0&amp;amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason Mraz is so awesome.  His songs evocates life in its purest form.  Whether it be love, happiness, or sadness, he is able to write a song that will relate to almost anyone's past or present situation.  The song Clockwatching, in my opinion, is definitely a song that will get you reminiscing.  It reminds me of my college days where I used to hang out with a girl and just waste the time and cares away and chill.  The song is my official theme song for this blogsite as it virtually describes spontaneity in life. Enjoy the video and sing along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clockwatching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take off both your shoes and clothes I’ll follow&lt;br /&gt;Undo corkscrew drink from the half of a broken bottle&lt;br /&gt;Lately we’re running out of time, aren’t we?&lt;br /&gt;Smoking often and calling out our guilty pleasures&lt;br /&gt;Let’s keep talking anything to stop clock watching&lt;br /&gt;Lately we’re running out of time.&lt;br /&gt;aren’t we crazy for running all the time? Maybe&lt;br /&gt;Let’s forget we’re running out of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m off like an aeroplane&lt;br /&gt;I’m licking your postage stamp again&lt;br /&gt;I’m using my right brain and I’m praying that we don’t crash&lt;br /&gt;Who knew I’d come so fast?&lt;br /&gt;So what if a two pump chump can’t last&lt;br /&gt;But I made it to three and I foreclosed a five-minute fantasy&lt;br /&gt;On a short lived flight making love on economy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No jumping conclusions&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think there’s no solution&lt;br /&gt;Let’s get backwards and forget our restless destination&lt;br /&gt;Let’s live in the moment just this time could we&lt;br /&gt;Just take one moment of our time maybe&lt;br /&gt;Let’s forget we’re running out of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m off like an aeroplane&lt;br /&gt;I’m catching my second wind again&lt;br /&gt;I’m using my left-brain and I’m righting all my wrongs&lt;br /&gt;I’m yearning to turn you on&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been working on getting you off so get on board&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how I guess by the subject of the best predicate is left unsaid&lt;br /&gt;When the matter is too delicate my loneliness is evident&lt;br /&gt;And it’s You. You’re running through my mind&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la la la la la&lt;br /&gt;la la la la la (oh its so amazing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la la la la la&lt;br /&gt;la la la la la&lt;br /&gt;laaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady dreamer you might be the soundest sleeper&lt;br /&gt;tonight sleep tight and build your nest upon my shoulder&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003535144613873476-8750985700573760996?l=impulse-response.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulse-response.blogspot.com/feeds/8750985700573760996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8003535144613873476&amp;postID=8750985700573760996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003535144613873476/posts/default/8750985700573760996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003535144613873476/posts/default/8750985700573760996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulse-response.blogspot.com/2007/11/jason-mrazs-clockwatching.html' title='Jason Mraz&apos;s Clockwatching'/><author><name>Davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02112098715457464284</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-8003535144613873476.post-7132288037335455376</id><published>2007-11-15T03:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T03:14:42.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impulse-Response</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BTApqegv8AM/RzsdpHq_nkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/P1pH-wzbQwc/s1600-h/Tagaytay20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BTApqegv8AM/RzsdpHq_nkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/P1pH-wzbQwc/s320/Tagaytay20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132728792590032450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;" &gt;Wow!!!  This is my first blog experience.  Now I really don't know if this is my thing but I will give it a whirl.  My "amigo" jolly suggested this activity to me just last night.  I thought that this may be a good outlet for me right now as I get bored most of the time.  And of course, I heard about the experiences of my friend Pia about blogging.  Apparently she now earns "moola" from just blogging.  Yeah I know, right? What will the internet concoct next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...to stop me from actually rambling on about the benefits of the Internet and how we males primarily use it just to search for free porn, let me tell you guys a little something about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is davey and I live in a country where we have had two woman presidents and people love korean soap operas to death.  For about 30 years now, I lived in the city, where almost every luxury in life can be found.  Life was great.  If I wanted a Big Mac from Mickey D's at 2:00am... I could just get on the phone or order online and in about 30 minutes, the juicy, fat, and oily piece of unadulterated beef would be wandering cluelessly into the great void, my stomach.  Again, life was great.  Everything was in reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I packed and moved to one of the poorest regions in the country.  I moved here just last May. Why? You ask.  Well simply put, I decided to make my life simpler on a whim and an impulse. I decided to stay where I could keep an eye on my mother and at the same time take care of the family businesses.  My mom is kinda old already with a number of ailments.  Since my siblings have their own careers and families in the city, I moved to stay with my mom and help out the family.  I am still single anyway so nothing to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before all this, I worked my ass off in the Telecoms industry as well as the Customer service industry.  I had a decent career in these industries.  I used to love to play videogames and hanging out with my friends at bars drinking the night away.  Guess what I'm into now.  Farming, Microfinancing, and all the simpler things in life.  I eat more fish and vegetables now.  I rarely drink anymore.  Hell, what can I do...there are no fastfood joints here!  There are no decent bars here.  Oh yeah, and everyone here is in bed by 9 at night.  Dudes, I used to stay up until the wee hours of the morning back in the city.  Worst of all... there are no chicks and no nightlife here whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amidst all these complaints, this is probably one of the best decisions I have made in my life.  I never thought I would last a month in this place but it has been 7 months and to tell you frankly its been a breeze.  I do miss my lifestyle back in the city.  I miss all my friends.  I miss the food the most.  But hey, you know what... I will be back to visit soon anyway. So Mcdonalds....wait for me because we will make wonderful music together!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to this first blog of mine.  I named this blogsite impulse-response simply because I usually live on impulses just like this.  I urge all of you to live in the moment with spontaniety.  Life is boring when you plan each and every moment of your life to the tee.  Let go of yourself and do the first thing that comes to mind. If your a health buff...eat fatty foods for a day.  If you don't drink alcohol... get buzzed.  If your very hygienic... pee into the wind.  After you do it.. I will guarantee that you will love it.   Because that is what life is... taking risks, acting on impulses, and enjoying every facet of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dudes, I don't know if this first blog makes any sense. Forgive me if it doesn't as I still am a blog virgin... and this first blog is cracking the hymen.  Anyway... I hope it does make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8003535144613873476-7132288037335455376?l=impulse-response.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulse-response.blogspot.com/feeds/7132288037335455376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8003535144613873476&amp;postID=7132288037335455376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003535144613873476/posts/default/7132288037335455376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8003535144613873476/posts/default/7132288037335455376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulse-response.blogspot.com/2007/11/impulse-response.html' title='Impulse-Response'/><author><name>Davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02112098715457464284</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BTApqegv8AM/RzsdpHq_nkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/P1pH-wzbQwc/s72-c/Tagaytay20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
