<?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-21189301</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:36:48.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airclones.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21189301/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airclones.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>cole rians</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552636560819769999</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-21189301.post-115708673087285361</id><published>2006-08-31T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T13:05:18.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>translate..</title><content type='html'>i can't find an indonesian-english translator..&lt;br /&gt;damn... i thought yahoo can translate this as&lt;br /&gt;one of its features when you highlight a text&lt;br /&gt;selection on a webpage. guess that was too&lt;br /&gt;much to hope for.. if anyone knows a working&lt;br /&gt;indonesian-english translation site please let&lt;br /&gt;me know. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better yet.. if anyone can translate this please&lt;br /&gt;do so. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para kandidat .NET Developer,&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih, kami telah menerima CV Anda untuk posisi .NET Developer. Sebelum kami memanggil Anda wawancara, silakan jawab dulu pertanyaan di bawah ini dan email balik ke kami. Jawaban Anda diperlukan untuk mengetahui kualifikasi Anda, dan menentukan dipanggil tidaknya wawancara.&lt;br /&gt;Sisipkan jawaban langsung setelah pertanyaannya (jangan hapus pertanyaannya).&lt;br /&gt;Kirim kembali file berisi jawaban Anda dalam bentuk attachment:&lt;br /&gt;Beri nama filenya: Jawaban .NET Assessment - [Nama Anda].doc&lt;br /&gt;Beri subject email Anda: Jawaban .NET Assessment - [Nama Anda]&lt;br /&gt;Dan email ke Terima Kasih PT Integrasi Software&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21189301-115708673087285361?l=airclones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airclones.blogspot.com/feeds/115708673087285361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21189301&amp;postID=115708673087285361' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21189301/posts/default/115708673087285361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21189301/posts/default/115708673087285361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airclones.blogspot.com/2006/08/translate.html' title='translate..'/><author><name>cole rians</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552636560819769999</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-21189301.post-115373108453280107</id><published>2006-07-24T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T17:57:24.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the person responsible for making me smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1604/2141/1600/cleo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1604/2141/320/cleo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup! No mistake about the title of this entry. She's the very person responsible for making me smile right now. She is even accused of doing it everyday! Seems to me like she's guilty as charged.. Wonder if such a crime inherits lifetime companionship.. with me.. Haha! Hmmm.. Feels like the air is getting quite too mushy here all of a sudden. Haha! Sorry to surprise you, hun.. La lang akong magawa. :)&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/21189301-115373108453280107?l=airclones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airclones.blogspot.com/feeds/115373108453280107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21189301&amp;postID=115373108453280107' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21189301/posts/default/115373108453280107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21189301/posts/default/115373108453280107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airclones.blogspot.com/2006/07/person-responsible-for-making-me-smile.html' title='the person responsible for making me smile'/><author><name>cole rians</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552636560819769999</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-21189301.post-114909653066526905</id><published>2006-06-01T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T12:18:53.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Restless nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another restless night for me.. Sometimes i wonder how i can manage to allow myself to go out late at nights to internet shops and stare at the monitor blankly. It's almost 2am and it's not like I'm doing something productive.. At times I'm not even doing a thing at all.. But lo and behold here I am.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have too many dark thoughts today.. Better call this a night before i write things I'll just regret even remembering..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21189301-114909653066526905?l=airclones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airclones.blogspot.com/feeds/114909653066526905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21189301&amp;postID=114909653066526905' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21189301/posts/default/114909653066526905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21189301/posts/default/114909653066526905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airclones.blogspot.com/2006/06/restless-nights.html' title='Restless nights'/><author><name>cole rians</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552636560819769999</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-21189301.post-114731792566037528</id><published>2006-05-11T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T11:25:25.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Lianne</title><content type='html'>This entry is dedicated to someone who has showed me that I could actually be capable of loving someone more than I ever thought I could. Yes, this is for my ex-girlfriend Lianne. Let me begin with the premise that, perhaps, I might have never really loved or cared about anything more than myself until she provided me with the opportunity to do so. It is with the aid of all that we have been through while were together and apart that I have formulated how love and relationships could actually work.                                        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is through her that I learned how loving someone does not necessarily mean being with that person no matter how much either or both of you desire to do so. The true fabric of love involves wanting that which brings a special person as much happiness as possible, even though that happiness requires that you yourself not be part of it. No, it is not plain and simple sacrifice or any synonimous word. It is that ultimate conviction of allowing someone's needs to be greater than those of your own without expecting anything in return, not even the acknowledgement of your relentless efforts and endeavors. It is that simplest act of disregarding your own pains and troubles in favor of someone else's growth and fulfillment. It is that intimate delight in knowing that you have given someone so much more than she could ever ask from you.. even if it meant you to cease to be a part of her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our years and years of love, friendship, tears, laughter, foodtrips, and everything wonderful and painful , Lianne.. Thank you. It was great while it lasted but not all good things in this world are bound to last are they? Well, I guess the answer to that rhetorical question would partly depend on how we actually remember those moments. Great things only cease to exist the moment we let our memory of them be tainted with bitterness or hatred.  May the great relationship we shared never cease to exist despite its end. I wish you all the happiness you could find and I give you the gift I have never had enough strength and courage to afford - your freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, Lianne...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21189301-114731792566037528?l=airclones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airclones.blogspot.com/feeds/114731792566037528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21189301&amp;postID=114731792566037528' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21189301/posts/default/114731792566037528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21189301/posts/default/114731792566037528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airclones.blogspot.com/2006/05/for-lianne.html' title='For Lianne'/><author><name>cole rians</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552636560819769999</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-21189301.post-114647119550842600</id><published>2006-04-30T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T20:06:28.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Mae</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f367/neileusebio/blogs/mae.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I dedicate this post to a dear friend who passed away recently.&lt;br /&gt;Mae...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;for all the memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;for all the mischief, delinquence and fun inside and outside class&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;for all the nights, days and moments in jekyl's, Splendor, U.M., and everywhere else&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;for all the jokes and laughter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;for all those times wherein nothing else seemed to matter more than our little adventures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;for the times our moments together decreased but our friendship remained in tact&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;for always being able to pick up from where we left off&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;for your cheerful and welcoming personality&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;for your warm laughter and smile that i'm sure we will all miss&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;for being a part of who i am today and who i am to become tomorrow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;for allowing me to experience joy in a tough situation (even just through simple bottles of beer)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;for being the wonderful person you are....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Thank you for being part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;I vow to cherish the memories and keep them alive, Mae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21189301-114647119550842600?l=airclones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airclones.blogspot.com/feeds/114647119550842600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21189301&amp;postID=114647119550842600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21189301/posts/default/114647119550842600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21189301/posts/default/114647119550842600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airclones.blogspot.com/2006/04/for-mae.html' title='For Mae'/><author><name>cole rians</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552636560819769999</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://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f367/neileusebio/blogs/th_mae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21189301.post-114359989014325456</id><published>2006-03-29T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T10:39:40.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slave of my desires</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, Once more in my life, I am overpowered by my Id. Once more I prioritize self-satisfaction and perhaps other earthly fulfillment above anything else, even above my own responsibilities and principles. There is so much I need to do and yet I find myself indulging in practices only my subconscious Id would revere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I have already cleansed myself from such tendencies and inclinations but lo and behold, the selfish life I abhor has stopped haunting me and has instead resurfaced compellingly to claim its rightful place as the dictator of my decisions. Well.. I dread the coming days, weeks, or however long it will take for me to continue being a slave to whatever brings me pleasure. But then again, to a certain extent, I have always believed man is at least allotted some amount of selfishness to preserve and nourish himself. Maybe I do need this for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21189301-114359989014325456?l=airclones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airclones.blogspot.com/feeds/114359989014325456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21189301&amp;postID=114359989014325456' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21189301/posts/default/114359989014325456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21189301/posts/default/114359989014325456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airclones.blogspot.com/2006/03/slave-of-my-desires.html' title='Slave of my desires'/><author><name>cole rians</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552636560819769999</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21189301.post-114352414208990732</id><published>2006-03-27T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T13:38:34.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fortune Cookie</title><content type='html'>my March 12 fortune..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Nothing lies beyond the reach of prayer except those things outside the will of God.&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is a hint to nourish my spiritual life once more..&lt;br /&gt;Quite evidently, I haven't paid much attention to that facet of my existence recently. Maybe it's time to re-embrace some changes I have intentionally omitted.. and perhaps.. relinquish certain habits of bitterness..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21189301-114352414208990732?l=airclones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airclones.blogspot.com/feeds/114352414208990732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21189301&amp;postID=114352414208990732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21189301/posts/default/114352414208990732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21189301/posts/default/114352414208990732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airclones.blogspot.com/2006/03/fortune-cookie.html' title='Fortune Cookie'/><author><name>cole rians</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552636560819769999</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-21189301.post-113920237387856557</id><published>2006-02-06T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T13:06:13.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Text Quotes Series 5</title><content type='html'>One day, love and friendship met. "Love asked, why do you exist if I already exist?" Friendship smiled and said, "to put a smile where you leave tears." Love argued, "Well, if that's what you do, how come there still are many people crying?" Friendship bowed and said, "It's my fault. Instead of doing my job, I sometimes end up doing yours..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21189301-113920237387856557?l=airclones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airclones.blogspot.com/feeds/113920237387856557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21189301&amp;postID=113920237387856557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21189301/posts/default/113920237387856557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21189301/posts/default/113920237387856557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airclones.blogspot.com/2006/02/daily-text-quotes-series-5.html' title='Daily Text Quotes Series 5'/><author><name>cole rians</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552636560819769999</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-21189301.post-113867850352480458</id><published>2006-02-01T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T20:44:17.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My definition of happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The true essence of happiness does not lie in having everything you want. It is rather found in wanting everything you have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Admittedly, this is a virtue I have yet to practice.&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/21189301-113867850352480458?l=airclones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airclones.blogspot.com/feeds/113867850352480458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21189301&amp;postID=113867850352480458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21189301/posts/default/113867850352480458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21189301/posts/default/113867850352480458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airclones.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-definition-of-happiness.html' title='My definition of happiness'/><author><name>cole rians</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552636560819769999</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-21189301.post-113869416943825453</id><published>2006-01-31T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T16:01:51.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Text Quotes Series 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've done the bravest thing in my life, letting go of someone i love so much, but as i have done my bravest thing, I've never felt weaker. All I could do is breakdown, cry and wish that I was never that brave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..........................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love with all your heart and accept the unlovable side of others. For anyone can love a rose, but it takes a too great a love to include the thorns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..........................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not everything you want is given to you, like the ideal person to be with all your life. It may not turn out the way you expected it to be but in the end you'll realize that wat you have is more than what you wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21189301-113869416943825453?l=airclones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airclones.blogspot.com/feeds/113869416943825453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21189301&amp;postID=113869416943825453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21189301/posts/default/113869416943825453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21189301/posts/default/113869416943825453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airclones.blogspot.com/2006/01/daily-text-quotes-series-4.html' title='Daily Text Quotes Series 4'/><author><name>cole rians</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552636560819769999</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-21189301.post-113867848726070387</id><published>2006-01-31T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T13:42:20.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Code of Honor to live by</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We don't always get what we want, at times, we don't even get what we need, but we should always get what we deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Life doesn't get any more real than this, well, at least for me. Yet, come to think of it, I also don't get what I deserve sometimes. But who are we really to say and know just what we deserve? All we could do, at most, is come up with roughly close approximations of what it is we should truly have. If in our opinion, we do not get what we deserve from others, then by all means, we have the divine and unquestionable right to demand it be given us, knowing of course that the understanding of the very purpose we fight for may vary relatively across other beliefs and perceptions, thus making our struggle far more complicated than it should be. I guess life is truly all but simple.&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/21189301-113867848726070387?l=airclones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airclones.blogspot.com/feeds/113867848726070387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21189301&amp;postID=113867848726070387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21189301/posts/default/113867848726070387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21189301/posts/default/113867848726070387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airclones.blogspot.com/2006/01/another-code-of-honor-to-live-by.html' title='Another Code of Honor to live by'/><author><name>cole rians</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552636560819769999</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-21189301.post-113858072979645073</id><published>2006-01-30T08:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T08:25:29.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Text Quotes Series 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hindi madaling maghintay, hindi rin biro magmahal. Minsan akala mo siya na, Minsan akala mo ayus na. Tapos mamamalayan mo na lang….. dumaan lang pala siya para paiibigin ka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21189301-113858072979645073?l=airclones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airclones.blogspot.com/feeds/113858072979645073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21189301&amp;postID=113858072979645073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21189301/posts/default/113858072979645073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21189301/posts/default/113858072979645073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airclones.blogspot.com/2006/01/daily-text-quotes-series-3.html' title='Daily Text Quotes Series 3'/><author><name>cole rians</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552636560819769999</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-21189301.post-113854544435641529</id><published>2006-01-29T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T22:42:43.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay. I'm done hiding and running from a hideous past which keeps haunting me. I've always told myself someday I need to face everything. Perhaps that day is today. Then again, maybe not... &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There is so much I need to face and so much more I need to change in me. Well, I have to accept that there is absolutely no way I could go back in time and edit out things I wish to do so as if I were editing text from a document. Even the advancement of science would deny me such blasphemy. What is becoming of me right now is way far from my ideals and aspirations. I have to accept that I'm quite a mess right now and I need to act on it before I get any worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This still isn't me. I am still the walking dead hopelessly longing and searching for that glorious breath of life deprived of me. Only when I have surpassed this darkness of longing shall I truly be alive again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21189301-113854544435641529?l=airclones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airclones.blogspot.com/feeds/113854544435641529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21189301&amp;postID=113854544435641529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21189301/posts/default/113854544435641529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21189301/posts/default/113854544435641529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airclones.blogspot.com/2006/01/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day'/><author><name>cole rians</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552636560819769999</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-21189301.post-113835576043541753</id><published>2006-01-27T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T17:56:00.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Classic Romantic Acronyms</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;J.A.P.A.N  Just Always Pray At Night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;H.O.L.L.A.N.D Hope Our Love Lasts And Never Dies .&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I.T.A.L.Y. I Trust And Love You.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;L.I.B.Y.A.  Love Is Beautiful; You Also.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;F.R.A.N.C.E. Friendships Remain And Never Can End.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;C.H.I.N.A. Come Here! I Need Affection.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;B.U.R.M.A. Between Us, Remember Me Always.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I.N.D.I.A. I Nearly Died In Adoration. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;K.E.N.Y.A. Keep Everything Nice, Yet Arousing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;C.A.N.A.D.A. Cute And Naughty Action that Developed into Attraction&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;P.E.R.U. Porget Everyone... Remember Us.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;K.O.R.E.A. Keep Optimistic Regardless of Every Adversity.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;E.G.Y.P.T. Everything's Great, You Pretty Thing!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Y.E.M.E.N. Yugyugan Every Morning, Every Night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;R.U.S.S.I.A. Romance Under the Sky &amp;amp; Stars is Intimate Always.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Akala ninyo yun lang ah .. heto pa.... ulit...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;M.A.N.I.L.A. May All Nights Inspire Love Always.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;B.A.L.I.W.A.G. Beauty And Love I Will Always Give.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;M.A.L.A.B.O.N. May A Lasting Affair Be Ours Now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I.M.U.S. I Miss U, Sweetheart.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;P.A.S.I.G. Please Always Say I'm Gorgeous.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;C.E.B.U. Change Everything... But Us.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;P.A.R.A.N.A.Q.U.E. Please Always Remain Adorable, Nice And Quiet Under Ecstacy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;T.O.N.D.O. Tonight's Our Night, Dearest One.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;P.A.S.A.Y. Pretty And Sexy Are You.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;M.A.R.L.B.O.R.O. Men Always Remember Love Because Of Romance Only.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;P.H.I.L.I.P.P.I.N.E.S. Pumping Hot.. I Love It! Please Please.. I Need Erotic Stimulation!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21189301-113835576043541753?l=airclones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airclones.blogspot.com/feeds/113835576043541753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21189301&amp;postID=113835576043541753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21189301/posts/default/113835576043541753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21189301/posts/default/113835576043541753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airclones.blogspot.com/2006/01/classic-romantic-acronyms.html' title='Classic Romantic Acronyms'/><author><name>cole rians</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552636560819769999</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-21189301.post-113815387315261701</id><published>2006-01-25T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T09:52:34.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tatak Pinoy daw</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The more the manier&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Been there been that&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Come let's join us&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The sky's the langit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't touch me not&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are you sure ka na ba?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What's your next class before this?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Well, well, well, look do we have here?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I always go there sometimes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give him the benefit of the daw&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's a blessing in the sky&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's not my fault anymore, it's your fault anymore!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21189301-113815387315261701?l=airclones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airclones.blogspot.com/feeds/113815387315261701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21189301&amp;postID=113815387315261701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21189301/posts/default/113815387315261701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21189301/posts/default/113815387315261701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airclones.blogspot.com/2006/01/tatak-pinoy-daw.html' title='Tatak Pinoy daw'/><author><name>cole rians</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552636560819769999</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-21189301.post-113809293648149195</id><published>2006-01-24T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T16:55:36.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Snape?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.theharrypotterquiz.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.theharrypotterquiz.com/banners/9.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jamiefrost.co.uk/theharrypotterquiz/banners/slytherin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Snape, you may ultimately like to appear you are doing the greater good, but you are hostile and unfriendly towards others. You are intelligent, resourceful and authorative. You also have a lucrative contract with l'Oriel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21189301-113809293648149195?l=airclones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airclones.blogspot.com/feeds/113809293648149195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21189301&amp;postID=113809293648149195' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21189301/posts/default/113809293648149195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21189301/posts/default/113809293648149195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airclones.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-am-snape.html' title='I am Snape?????'/><author><name>cole rians</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552636560819769999</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-21189301.post-113808055318901612</id><published>2006-01-24T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T13:29:13.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wizard's First Rule</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "People are stupid. Given proper motivation, almost anyone will believe almost anything because they want to believe it's true or they are afraid it might be true."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is an excerpt from one of the books I've read. Terry Goodkind could really depict the wisdom of ancient wizards in his work. To some extent, I do believe the reality of this statement. I, myself, am guilty of the same stupidity. Wanting something to be real, either for passion for it or for fear of it,  does not, in any way, help make it real. I could say I learned that lesson the hard way.&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/21189301-113808055318901612?l=airclones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airclones.blogspot.com/feeds/113808055318901612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21189301&amp;postID=113808055318901612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21189301/posts/default/113808055318901612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21189301/posts/default/113808055318901612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airclones.blogspot.com/2006/01/wizards-first-rule.html' title='Wizard&apos;s First Rule'/><author><name>cole rians</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552636560819769999</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-21189301.post-113799335883629652</id><published>2006-01-23T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T13:20:27.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Monty Hall Problem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is quite interesting. I, myself, wasn't able to believe it at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Picture the scene. You've made it through to the final round of a game show. There are three doors in front of you. Behind one of the doors is the star prize - a brand new car. There is a goat behind each of the other two doors. You make your choice, hoping to select the star prize. The game show host (who knows where the car is hidden) opens a different door to reveal a goat. The choice is now down to two doors. He asks whether you'd like to stick with your original choice or whether you'd like to switch doors...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This may seem surprising, but you are twice as likely to choose the car if you switch doors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's hard to believe, isn't it? After all, when the host opens one door there's a straight choice between two doors - one hiding a goat, the other the car. The argument that there's a fifty-fifty chance of winning is a very seductive one - but it's wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The problem is based on a real-life scenario from the American TV gameshow Let's Make a Deal and gets its name from the show's host. The problem gained notoriety when it became the subject of the syndicated American newspaper column Ask Marilyn. Responding to a correspondent who posed the problem, Marilyn vos Savant provided a detailed explanation of the correct answer, explaining that there is a two in three chance of winning the car by switching doors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The outcome is so different from our intuition that it is very hard to accept. Indeed, after her first explanation Marilyn received a vociferous postbag from a disbelieving public. Many letters came from indignant mathematicians who failed to agree with vos Savant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;references:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.andrewgraham.co.uk/montyint.html"&gt; andrewgraham &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.math.hmc.edu/funfacts/ffiles/20002.6.shtml"&gt; funfacts &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://curiousmath.com/modules.php?op=modload&amp;name=News&amp;amp;file=article&amp;sid=57&amp;amp;amp;mode=thread&amp;order=1&amp;amp;thold=0"&gt; curiousmath&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21189301-113799335883629652?l=airclones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airclones.blogspot.com/feeds/113799335883629652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21189301&amp;postID=113799335883629652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21189301/posts/default/113799335883629652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21189301/posts/default/113799335883629652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airclones.blogspot.com/2006/01/monty-hall-problem.html' title='The Monty Hall Problem'/><author><name>cole rians</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552636560819769999</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-21189301.post-113798711298806612</id><published>2006-01-23T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T13:20:02.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Text Quotes Series 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Umiyak ako kay God kagabi, tanong ko: " Baket po ang sakit? Nagmamahal naman po ako." Niyakap niya ako at sinabing: "Kasi, anak, minamahal mo ang taong inilaan ko para sa iba."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I find this to be the very definition of divine pain!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21189301-113798711298806612?l=airclones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airclones.blogspot.com/feeds/113798711298806612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21189301&amp;postID=113798711298806612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21189301/posts/default/113798711298806612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21189301/posts/default/113798711298806612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airclones.blogspot.com/2006/01/daily-text-quotes-series-2.html' title='Daily Text Quotes Series 2'/><author><name>cole rians</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552636560819769999</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-21189301.post-113782149676316127</id><published>2006-01-21T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T13:19:43.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Text Quotes Series 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"No one can go back and make a new beginning but anyone can start from now and begin a happy ending."&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/21189301-113782149676316127?l=airclones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airclones.blogspot.com/feeds/113782149676316127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21189301&amp;postID=113782149676316127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21189301/posts/default/113782149676316127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21189301/posts/default/113782149676316127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airclones.blogspot.com/2006/01/daily-text-quotes-series-1.html' title='Daily Text Quotes Series 1'/><author><name>cole rians</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552636560819769999</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-21189301.post-113768782354417768</id><published>2006-01-15T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T13:17:17.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And so I have read..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Only a fool steps into the future backwards&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the code of honor I choose to live by right now. Nowhere to look but ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21189301-113768782354417768?l=airclones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airclones.blogspot.com/feeds/113768782354417768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21189301&amp;postID=113768782354417768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21189301/posts/default/113768782354417768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21189301/posts/default/113768782354417768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airclones.blogspot.com/2006/01/and-so-i-have-read.html' title='And so I have read..'/><author><name>cole rians</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552636560819769999</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-21189301.post-113768740521168405</id><published>2006-01-06T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T13:19:19.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A love to share</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had the rare priviledge to hear one of the greatest things about love and relationships. It was in the form of a spontaneous speech made by my cousins bride during their wedding last December. Perhaps I'm being quite a hopeless romantic again but I guess there's nothing wrong in letting some light back into my life instead of spending the rest of it in bitterness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she said that her groom was sent her to by God. And as if such words were not strong enough to compel everyone else to devote their full attention, she had to explain what she meant in an even stronger fashion which somehow quite easily went right through me. She narrated how she's been praying all her life for someone to show her the way love should really be defined. She asked God for this along with a compromise. She said she'd be willing to wait as long as it takes to experience the epitome of that word and that she'd accept no compromise. It's either a relationship she could only dream of or none at all. Her speech had me at hello but this part was simply beyond fascinating. They did desrve each other. And true enough, perhaps, there was a conspiracy of divine intervention after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did strike me though that she treated love as far too pure and sacred a gift to be allowed the blemishing stain of compromise. I thought such a phenomenon only ocurred nowadays an novelist's perception of reality. Well, to my newly wed cousin and his bride, congratulations!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21189301-113768740521168405?l=airclones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airclones.blogspot.com/feeds/113768740521168405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21189301&amp;postID=113768740521168405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21189301/posts/default/113768740521168405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21189301/posts/default/113768740521168405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airclones.blogspot.com/2006/01/love-to-share.html' title='A love to share'/><author><name>cole rians</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552636560819769999</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-21189301.post-113766137176163376</id><published>2006-01-03T08:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T07:38:43.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reincarnation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;No, I am not at all a religious believer of the divine concept of reincarnation. But yes, I am reincarnated in a way i choose to define on my own. My past life has been quite dark but its the past and it's no longer me. Time to change some things, I guess. Coincidentally, it's also a new year. A new life and a new start is perhaps a good implication. I sure could use the new year spirit hype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know why the crap would I deliberately choose to reincarnate myself with a name as dull as airclones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, beats me but it's the only sensible sounding anagram I could form with my first name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21189301-113766137176163376?l=airclones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airclones.blogspot.com/feeds/113766137176163376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21189301&amp;postID=113766137176163376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21189301/posts/default/113766137176163376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21189301/posts/default/113766137176163376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airclones.blogspot.com/2006/01/reincarnation.html' title='Reincarnation'/><author><name>cole rians</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552636560819769999</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>
