<?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-28864890</id><updated>2011-07-08T12:20:00.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saddle Rants</title><subtitle type='html'>Violent or extravagant speech or writing; rave. A place where I visit and publish thoughts every now and then, (my daily record of good and bad memories, especially my personal record of events, experiences, and observations; my journal of music, bicycling stories, and other stuffs.)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28864890.post-1300470362245585866</id><published>2011-05-16T19:49:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T20:38:53.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm Back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;microdot sleeve:&lt;/span&gt; This is just a test writing. I'm conditioning my head and ears on some new materials. It's been a long time, a very long time (about a year and almost 5 months of no hi's and ho's). I guess I've been struck by what they call a mental block. Or maybe, I just got busy on being a husband and a dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just last month, Death Angel (a Filipino-American thrash-metal band) was here along with Anthrax. They played at Amoranto Stadium. Here's Death Angel on "Seemingly Endless Time" off their 1990 album "Act III." I guess Aris and Cyrus will love this. The riffs are great with its out-of-time tempo. I hope I could come back here and write more often. Enjoy for the meantime!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bvHEDGZVNWg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=fil_PH"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bvHEDGZVNWg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=fil_PH" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28864890-1300470362245585866?l=thepumpkinland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/1300470362245585866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/1300470362245585866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28864890.post-5187873278317913561</id><published>2010-01-07T04:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T10:31:56.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty-O-Nine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Twenty-O-Nine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Microdot Sleeve:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Nothing much to say about January's first leg, but I wanted to reminisce things that happened last year. Things that I wanted to write but don't have enough time. Things that I’ve said, yet nobody wanted to listen. Things that I heard but I really don't understand, etc, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Naruto Shippuden" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/narutojutsu.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Recently, I'm into watching cartoons and anime, (Avatar:The Last Air Bender and Naruto Shippuden are some of my favorites.) Anyway, Naruto Uzumaki (Uzumaki Naruto) is the title character and main protagonist of the series "Naruto". Although he is only a Genin of Konohagakure, he is trained as a sage and thus is one of the village's most powerful ninja. He is the only son of Minato Namikaze and Kushina Uzumaki, a member of Team Kakashi, and the jinchūriki of the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naruto was born as the son of the Fourth Hokage, Minato Namikaze, and Kushina Uzumaki. Before his birth, they had decided to name him after the main character in Jiraiya's first book, hoping their son would be as great a ninja as the character was, which made Jiraiya Naruto's godfather. Soon after his birth, however, the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox attacked Konoha. To save the village, Minato engaged the Nine-Tails in combat and sacrificed his life by sealing it within Naruto, to which Minato believed that his son would someday have use for it. Naruto was left to grow up knowing nothing of his parents, receiving only his mother's last name since Hiruzen Sarutobi, the Third Hokage, felt that it was best that nobody knew that he was related to the Fourth Hokage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Minato died, he asked that the villagers of Konoha to view Naruto as a hero who had helped to stop the Nine-Tails. While few of the villagers did as he asked, most instead openly resented him for containing the monster that had destroyed their home. In light of this, Hiruzen decreed that nobody should ever speak of the Nine-Tails sealed within Naruto, hoping that their children would not resent him as they did. The children, however, followed their parents' lead, despite not knowing why. Iruka Umino would be one of the few exceptions, who was always compassionate to Naruto's plight. For this, Naruto came to view Iruka as the father-figure he never had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/maguindanaomassacre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The Maguindanao massacre, also known as the Ampatuan massacre (after the town where the mass graves were found), occurred on the morning of November 23, 2009, in the town of Ampatuan in Maguindanao province, on the island of Mindanao in the Philippines. The victims were about to file a certificate of candidacy for Esmael Mangudadatu, vice mayor of Buluan town. Mangudadatu was challenging Datu Unsay mayor Andal Ampatuan, Jr., son of the incumbent Maguindanao governor Andal Ampatuan, Sr., in the forthcoming Maguindanao gubernatorial election, part of the national elections in 2010. The 57 people killed included Mangudadatu's wife, his two sisters, journalists, lawyers, aides, and motorists who were witnesses or were mistakenly identified as part of the convoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Committee to Protect Journalists (CPJ) has called the Maguindanao massacre the single deadliest event for journalists in history. At least 34 journalists are known to have died in the massacre. In a statement, CPJ executive director Joel Simon noted that the killings, "appears to be single deadliest event for the press since 1992, when CPJ began keeping detailed records on journalist deaths." The CPJ further noted that, "Even as we tally the dead in this horrific massacre, our initial research indicates that this is the deadliest single attack on the press ever documented by CPJ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 390px; HEIGHT: 320px" height="250" alt="Typhoon Ondoy Aftermath" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/3958748737_778b8f2a33.jpg" width="407" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;A Dam(ned) Nation...&lt;br /&gt;(The unbelievable wrath of typhoon Ondoy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metro Manila had never seen a typhoon like it. It was undoubtedly the worst flood that Manila had ever seen. The floodwa&amp;shy;ters did not choose whom to hit or where to go. Rich or poor, everyone was affected. The news and pictures are really very grim.&lt;br /&gt;We know that places in Metro Manila like Malabon, Marikina, Pasay City and Cainta, normally gets flood&amp;shy;ed... but not like this! Water covered the first floors and in some areas, even the second floors of houses! And places that were never before flooded, like the Katipunan Avenue, Ayala Avenue, Eastwood, Green-hills, Magallanes Village, the Valle Verde Villages, Green-meadows, Xavierville, Ka&amp;shy;mias, Loyola, Aurora Bou&amp;shy;levard and many more were under waist and even chest deep of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp Aguinaldo from air looked like a big lake. Buses and cars in EDSA near Connecticut Street, Greenhills were submerged in flood wa&amp;shy;ter. How can these things hap&amp;shy;pen? People were on their roofs just to keep from drowning. Men were tightrope walking in the electrical and telephone lines on top of the Meralco posts! People were stranded in the streets, inside their cars, in malls, in train stations! Everything was so sudden. The worst hit seem to be those families who were at their homes on a rainy Saturday of September 26 near the Mariki&amp;shy;na and Pasig Rivers, they were really devastated. It was so heart breaking!&lt;br /&gt;As I watched the news, I saw how people lost their loved ones and their homes. I heard how the rescue workers were overwhelmed. They said that they have never seen anything like it. According to the weath&amp;shy;ermen, the amount of rainfall that normally falls in a month during rainy season in Metro Manila, fell in the span of six hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was why the flood came without warning. But now, there are reports that the main cause of the devastation is someone’s error or wrong decision (thinking it will save one area but without thinking or expecting the damage it could do to other parts of the country). These unverified re&amp;shy;ports point out that someone decided to release water from the La Mesa and Angat Dams without warning and in a short time that brought about the suddenness of the rising of floodwaters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28864890-5187873278317913561?l=thepumpkinland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/5187873278317913561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/5187873278317913561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/2010/01/twenty-o-nine.html' title='Twenty-O-Nine...'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28864890.post-2055800805127375199</id><published>2009-11-26T22:49:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T14:31:25.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everythingfromheretothere.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w79.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/285e5556.pbw" height="240" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;From: Everythingfromheretothere.com (by William Patrick Corgan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A Bow of Gratitude and a Sprinkle of Thanks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am thankful for You being You. Whatever decisions You have made in this world have only helped me to better understand mine. I am thankful for the opportunity to speak to You through the mediums of sound and words, pictures and Light. I am humbled by my commitment to the progress of the planet. I am thankful to my ancestors, who endured many hardships that are beyond my understandings, yet have helped keep the flame alive within me. I am grateful to any-One on this planet who is committed to Peace for All. I am thankful for every-One I’ve ever come in contact with. You have helped me immeasurably on my journey from Here to There. I am thankful that God sees enough in me to keep me going for yet another day. Thank you Lord for this beautiful day. I am thankful for all the artists who have inspired me to try harder, to push myself more, and to aspire to be my very best. I am still trying, but I shall get there someday. I am thankful for my many families, whether intact or disbanded. I carry all of You in my heart wherever I go. I am thankful to myself for having the courage to keep going, even when my environment may have encouraged me to do otherwise. It is the voice of heart that has guided me through every shadowed valley. I am grateful to my many teachers who took the time and energy to show me a better way. Thank you for helping free me from limited conceptions of life and Love. I am thankful to the Sun that heals me, and to the Moon that reminds me of who I am. I am thankful for the indigenous tribes of the Earth who keep our true history alive and hold the secrets for our future. I am thankful for all the mystics, seers, sages, poets, channels, and innocents who help the many voices of God come thru to us with humility. Thank you for your service to the planet. I am thankful to all my lovers who taught me about Love and the absence of love. I am thankful to all my partners who taught me there is no such thing as compromise when you stand in the Light. I am thankful to anyone who has ever given me a chance. That’s all I have ever wanted. I am really grateful to anyone who has ever given me a second chance. Thank you for remembering I am human and partially designed to fail. I am also thankful for laughter, puppies, babies, rainbows, sugar-free desserts, beautiful women, rules that need to be broken, long walks at night, strong hugs from a loved one, hope, clean power, any song that endures, heroes, zeros, Ronnie James Dio, gorgeous sunsets, slow dawns, good company, and a good meal. I am thankful for all of it: for every single piece of consciousness that is vibrating in harmony. May there be many more wonderful symphonies to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy Corgan of The Smashing Pumpkins&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/28864890-2055800805127375199?l=thepumpkinland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/2055800805127375199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/2055800805127375199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/2009/11/everythingfromheretotherecom.html' title='Everythingfromheretothere.com'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28864890.post-6695114981285682071</id><published>2009-11-01T16:55:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T14:56:34.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the dead bury their dead.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let the dead bury their dead.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;microdot sleeve:&lt;/span&gt; An old saying: "A-anhin pa ang damo kung patay na ang kabayo?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jim Morrison's grave" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/jimmorrison.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today is what they call "All Saint's Day", and there's a lot of flowers, candles and prayers for people's departed loved ones. I'm glad I'm not part of that old tradition anymore when people visit their departed friends and families graves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do dead people need prayers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do dead people need those candles and flowers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man had sinned for all his life, and after he died, people would go and pray for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will he be save by other people's prayers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those flowers which people called respect, will it do anything for the dead? People should respect their loved ones when they are still alive and people should pray for the living and not the dead. But, there are two things which I still remember from that old tradition beside people's hypocrisy or culture of pretense: kite flying and an old tree in a cemetery where I carved some thoughts from the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumusta Dear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marami ang nagkamustahan sa araw na ito. Mga buhay at mga patay. Marami akong nakitang naglalakad kanina papuntang sementeryo. Ang ilan ay may dalang mga bulaklak na ang pangalan ay respeto. Aanhin kaya ng patay yun mga bulaklak? Aamuyin kaya nila yun at sasabihin, "Wow! Ang gaganda nito at hmmmm! Ang bango!" Sana noong buhay pa yun patay dun siya nirespeto. Mga bulaklak ang nasa puntod niya, pero nung buhay siya, sinisigaw-sigawan lang siya ng asawa niya o ng mga anak niya o ng pamilya niya na sila rin ang nag-aalay ng mga bulaklak sa kanyang puntod kapag dumarating ang araw na gaya ngayon. Nakakatawang kapaimbabawan at pakitang tao. Respeto daw sa mga patay. Mga patay na wala ng malay sa mundo ng mga buhay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maraming pinakitang ibat-ibang mukha sa akin ang araw na ito. Mayroong nagsamantala, may basura, may nakatiwang-wang na, may nabubulok pa, may hindi naman mabulok-bulok, may naghambalang na, may nagliyab pa, may artista at nagsasaranggola, may pulitikong namumulitika pa, may nananalangin, etc, etc. Ang alam ko, wala ng maidadagdag pa ni maibabawas man ang buhay sa isang namatay na. Ang buhay, alam niya na siya ay mamamatay. Pero ang patay, may alam ba? Kung nag-iisip lang sana ang mga tao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa katapus-tapusan ng mga pangyayari tungkol sa mga patay, ang sabi sa balita ng isang reporter ay kapiling na daw ng mga patay ang Maykapal. Ang alam ko, kapiling na ng mga patay ang makapal.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....Ang makapal na lupa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Daniel Johns and the rest of Silverchair. Three kids from Australia who made it to the top. They were just sixteen years old when their debut album "Frogstomp" was released in 1995. I remember some years ago, they did a show here in the Philippines at the U.P. Theater. Off their 1996 album "Freak Show," here's "Cemetery," a song about a phone call away, about an escort service and the red light district.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/freakshow.jpg" border="0" alt="Freak Show Vinyl"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cemetery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daniel Johns&lt;br /&gt;Silverchair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Need a change&lt;br /&gt;Not to imitate&lt;br /&gt;But to irritate&lt;br /&gt;All the ones who hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be late&lt;br /&gt;Always seem to get the wrong date&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess it's fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in a cemetery&lt;br /&gt;Full of good will and integrity&lt;br /&gt;You see, I have no specialty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's your warning&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you click click boom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in a cemetery&lt;br /&gt;I need a change&lt;br /&gt;Not to imitate&lt;br /&gt;But to irritate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in a cemetery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6PyTgps46LQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6PyTgps46LQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28864890-6695114981285682071?l=thepumpkinland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/6695114981285682071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/6695114981285682071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/2009/11/let-dead-bury-their-dead.html' title='Let the dead bury their dead.....'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28864890.post-363082180676642456</id><published>2009-07-20T16:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T16:55:43.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Smashing Pumpkins "Drown"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing's new except, this site uploads much faster now than before. I've cut some images on the sidebar and made some updates on song videos. Anyway, I found a Smashing Pumpkins video of the song "Drown" and paste it at the sidebar. Hope everyone enjoy this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hdDA9KNPo-I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hdDA9KNPo-I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/28864890-363082180676642456?l=thepumpkinland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/363082180676642456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/363082180676642456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/2009/07/smashing-pumpkins-drown.html' title='The Smashing Pumpkins &quot;Drown&quot;'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28864890.post-7165232264675688280</id><published>2009-07-17T21:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T21:30:13.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch me bleed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P9p-frWK9wg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P9p-frWK9wg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Watch me bleed.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to write nowadays but this. I'm into watching some cartoons on television lately. Avatar, Spongebob, etc. Some months back, I found this video with a "Tears for Fears" song "Watch Me Bleed" off their 1983 album "The Hurting." One day, I found myself burning some CD's with this song. I guess I miss the 80's a lot. Anyway, enjoy the music and the video.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/28864890-7165232264675688280?l=thepumpkinland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/7165232264675688280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/7165232264675688280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/2009/07/watch-me-bleed_17.html' title='Watch me bleed'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28864890.post-8011542165224116498</id><published>2009-07-01T19:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T20:15:22.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Seeds Need Sunlight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Billy and Sky" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/billy_sky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The Seeds Need Sunlight.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad news of the passing of celebrity figures has unfortunately been coming in droves over the past week. The recent tragic deaths of high profile figures such as Farrah Fawcett, Michael Jackson, and even pitchman Billy Mays have generated a lot of media attention, outpourings of support from fans, and plenty of discussion about their lives and accomplishments. Another musician and friend of the Pumpkins passed away last Thursday, but drew slightly less media attention. Sky Saxon, the founder of the 1960's psychedelic garage band The Seeds died in Austin, Texas of a suspected infection of internal organs at the age of 72. Pumpkins fans will most likely recognize Sky from his appearance alongside Billy and Jimmy in the band's 2008 video for "Superchrist." He was the guest bass guitarist seen jamming the opening notes of the song and rocking out the tune throughout the video. Billy Corgan had a very strong personal relationship with Sky outside of just their musical connection, and his passing comes a very sad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sky began his music career under the name Little Richie Marsh, singing doo-wop songs in the early 1960's. He experimented with several different bands before joining forces with Jan Savage, Darryl Hooper, Jeremy Levine, and Rick Andridge to form the act known as The Seeds in the early days of the psychedelic movement in 1965. Their two most widely known hits were "Can't Seem to Make You Mine" and "Pushin' Too Hard," (seen below) which reached the top forty charts in the United States in 1967. Shortly thereafter, however, Saxon disbanded The Seeds to pursue his "Sky Saxon Blues Band" project. After just one album under that moniker, The Seeds would re-unite to continue writing and releasing music into the late 1960's. They would also release sporadic albums throughout the 70's, 80's, 90's, and even into the 2000's while Sky experimented with solo albums and side projects of various forms. According to Saxon's website, there are thirty six albums or EP's officially attributed to him and the different projects he embarked upon over the years. The most recent of these releases was The Seeds' 2008 album "Back to the Garden."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cmHTyLBIZ1g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cmHTyLBIZ1g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Seeds performing "Pushin' Too Hard" in 1967.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Seeds played a very important role in the development of the psychedelic era of rock n' roll music. It's impossible to measure just how far a band's influence spreads, but they received shout outs in the form of a cover of "Can't Seem to Make You Mine" from acts as wide-ranging as Alex Chilton, Garbage, The Ramones, and Yo La Tengo. The Seeds themselves were heavily influenced by the Rolling Stones, and drew comparisons as the "American version of the Rolling Stones." They were among the first American bands (along with The Charlatans, Moby Grape, Jefferson Airplane, and others) to take the blues and R &amp;amp; B base provided by bands like the Rolling Stones and experiment with it, trying to replicate the affects of drug experimentation in their music. The Seeds were based out of Los Angeles, close to the heart of the psychedelic rock movement in San Francisco. While their music may have been more popular at that time within the local California psychedelic scenes than it was on a national scale, they were certainly among the pioneers who laid the groundwork for many of the hit acts of the late 1960's and 1970's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;From:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smashingpumpkins.com/pages/articles/rip-sky-saxon-f64720a5"&gt;www.smashingpumpkins.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&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/28864890-8011542165224116498?l=thepumpkinland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/8011542165224116498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/8011542165224116498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/2009/07/seeds-need-sunlight.html' title='The Seeds Need Sunlight'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28864890.post-874470345302931144</id><published>2009-06-25T17:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T21:35:53.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skin</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Skins.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Microdot Sleeve:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In computer, skin is a piece of software that enables the user to change the appearance of images produced by existing software without changing their function. In music, another term for percussion drums, especially in a jazz band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Back in the 80's, I was into New Wave and stuffs until I got hooked to Rush's music, a Canadian rock band originally formed in August 1968, in the Willowdale neighbourhood of Toronto, Ontario, composed of bassist, keyboardist, and lead vocalist Geddy Lee, guitarist Alex Lifeson, and drummer and lyricist Neil Peart. One time in the 90's, Vig and I had some conversations about jazz, and zildjian, and drums. I told him that I knew a guy(not personally) who played drums better than any drummer that time, and that is Neil Peart. Last week, I found this on youtube, a 3D animation of Rush's "YYZ" off their 1981 album "Moving Pictures" an album full of synthesizers and a lot of drums.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DgEtst46E_o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DgEtst46E_o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Half Note: Presenting... The Dead Pop Star!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sounds like an introduction for a new wave band on stage, but the truth is, Michael Jackson is dead. He was pronounced dead earlier this afternoon at the UCLA Medical Center. I remember the british rock wave band Bolshoi, famous with their song "Away" and "Sunday Morning," had a live version of Michael Jackson's "Billie Jean." Also, Jackson's famous "Moonwalk" was an adlib steps of street dance like "Strutt" and "Breakdance" back in the 80's. Well anyway, I heard the news saying that, though he earned a billion dollars for the past 4 decades of his career, he died broke, and renting a home in L.A. with $500 million of debt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28864890-874470345302931144?l=thepumpkinland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/874470345302931144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/874470345302931144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/2009/06/skins.html' title='Skin'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28864890.post-9031408913217032324</id><published>2009-05-28T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T22:28:54.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pahawak naman. No touch.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pahawak naman. No touch.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Microdot Sleeve:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ang (Pahawak naman. No touch.....) ay maikling linya ng isang kanta noong dekada 70.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Noong kasagsagan ng nakakahawang sakit na SARS, taong 2003, ay nagkaroon ng kautusan ang mga simbahan na umiwas muna sa paghalik, paghipo, etc., sa mga santo o imahe. Kamakailan, dahil sa bagong sakit na kumakalat at nakakahawa, ang Influenza A(H1N1) virus, ipina-iiiwas munang muli ang mga tao sa paghipo, paghalik, etc., sa mga santo o imahe. Eh kung talagang utos ng Dios na humalik, dumalangin, etc., sa mga santo, bakit naman ipinapaiwas ang mga tao kahit na may sakit pang kumakalat at nakakahawa? Syempre, kung talagang may utos ang Dios na humalik sa santo at mga imahe, walang mangyayaring masama sa tao. Hindi mahahawa ang sino mang taong gagawa ng paghalik sa mga santo. Ang kaso, wala naman talagang utos ang Dios na ganoon, na humalik sa santo, dumalangin sa santo, etc. Kasuklamsuklam pa nga sa Dios ang gawaing ganoon (Deuteronomio 5:7-9).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paano naman kaya isasagawa ang "banal na halik", na sinasabi sa Roma 16:16 at pangunahing ginagamit bilang pambati ng isang samahan, na ito daw ay beso-beso o shake hands lalo't ngayon na may H1N1 na nakakahawa? Ipapatigil din kaya nila ang kanilang beso-beso o shake hands? Kung ipapatigil nila, papaano kaya nila masusunod ang sinasabi sa talata? Noong araw, ang pambati daw nila ayon sa kanilang babasahin ay ang pangalan ng kanilang samahan, iyon daw kasi ang opisyal na pambati. Lately, beso-beso o shake hands na daw. Kahit pangalan o beso-beso, mali pareho. At kung mali daw ang beso-beso, ano daw ang tama, tanong ng isa nilang Ministro. Ha? Sila ang pangunahing gumagamit ng talatang Roma 16:16, nakadikit pa nga noon sa kanilang mga sasakyan ang sticker na Roma 16:16, tapos hindi pala nila alam ang kahulugan ng sinasabi sa talata na "magbatian ng banal na halik". Kaya hindi nakapagtataka, na halos wala ka ng makita na ganoong sticker sa kanilang mga sasakyan. Napalitan na ng banderang may tatlong kulay at kandelero. Kailangan talaga nila ng kandelero para sa kandila dahil nasa ka-Diliman sila. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/28864890-9031408913217032324?l=thepumpkinland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/9031408913217032324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/9031408913217032324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/2009/05/pahawak-naman-no-touch.html' title='Pahawak naman. No touch.....'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28864890.post-3371094098730349524</id><published>2009-05-20T22:31:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T12:53:59.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang Mangmang (The Fool)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ang Mangmang (The Fool).....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Microdot Sleeve:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Some years ago, nagkaroon ng Bible Expo sa Valenzuela City, may nagtanong kay Bro. Eli at nagpakilalang atheist. Papaano daw mapapatunayan ni Bro. Eli na totoo ang sinasabi ng Biblia? Sabi ni Bro. Eli, "Sa Genesis, sabi ng Biblia, nilalang ng Dios ang Langit at Lupa, ayan ang Langit, tumingala ka at makikita mo ang Langit, ayan ang Lupa, nakatayo ka mismo sa Lupa." Kapag naaalala ko ang mga sagot na iyon ni Bro. Eli, natatawa na lang ako sa atheist na nagtanong, dahil sa hindi siya naniniwalang may Dios, pati mga simpleng lohika, hindi niya alam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(An excerpt from &lt;a href="http://www.esoriano.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://www.esoriano.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt; by Bro. Eli)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;According to the latest available statistics there are about 15-30% of the world populations that are either agnostic or atheists. Atheist and agnostics are defined as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agnostic&lt;br /&gt;ag•nos•tic [ag nóstik]&lt;br /&gt;(plural ag•nos•tics)&lt;br /&gt;noun&lt;br /&gt;1. somebody denying God’s existence is provable: somebody who believes that it is impossible to know whether or not God exists.&lt;br /&gt;2. somebody denying something is knowable: somebody who doubts that a question has one correct answer or that something can be completely understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example:&lt;br /&gt;I’m an agnostic concerning space aliens.&lt;br /&gt;[Mid-19th century. a-2 + gnostic]&lt;br /&gt;-ag•nos•tic, adjective&lt;br /&gt;-ag•nos•ti•cal•ly, adverb&lt;br /&gt;Microsoft® Encarta® 2009. © 1993-2008 Microsoft Corporation. All rights reserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atheist&lt;br /&gt;a•the•ist [áythee ist]&lt;br /&gt;(plural a•the•ists)&lt;br /&gt;noun&lt;br /&gt;unbeliever in God or deities: somebody who does not believe in God or deities.&lt;br /&gt;Microsoft® Encarta® 2009. © 1993-2008 Microsoft Corporation. All rights reserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it is true that there are evil that throughout the history of humanity were done by some people who "allegedly" are believers in the existence of God, the worst of evil were done by those who denied the existence of God Psalms 53:1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The fool hath said in his heart, There is no God. Corrupt are they, and have done abominable iniquity: there is none that doeth good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the observation of the psalmist David. The same observation was written by another Biblical writer many hundreds of years after David.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Romans 3:10-18, the apostle Paul categorically stated:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As it is written, There is none righteous, no, not one: There is none that understandeth, there is none that seeketh after God. They are all gone out of the way, they are together become unprofitable; there is none that doeth good, no, not one. Their throat is an open sepulcher; with their tongues they have used deceit; the poison of asps is under their lips:&lt;br /&gt;Whose mouth is full of cursing and bitterness: Their feet are swift to shed blood: Destruction and misery are in their ways: And the way of peace have they not known:&lt;br /&gt;There is no fear of God before their eyes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noong araw pa man ay may mga atheists ng nabuhay sa mundo. Hanggang ngayon, sa ating makabagong panahon, sa kabila ng maraming bagay at paniniwala ng iba't-ibang relihiyon na itinatag ng tao, ay may mga tao pa rin na hindi naniniwalang may Dios. Kamakailan lang sa Europa, sa London, may mga atheists na nag advertised sa pamamagitan ng mga bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 366px; HEIGHT: 299px" height="280" alt="Atheist Bus" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/atheistbusadverts.jpg" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biruin mo, there's probably no God daw and stop worrying and enjoy life? Papano na lang kung ang life ng isang tao eh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mambugbog ng asawa niya.&lt;br /&gt;2. Mang-rape ng mga anak niya.&lt;br /&gt;3. Magnakaw.&lt;br /&gt;4. Pumatay ng kapwa tao.&lt;br /&gt;5. Mangurakot sa gobyerno.&lt;br /&gt;6. Magdrugs.&lt;br /&gt;7. Maglasing.&lt;br /&gt;8. Mambabae.&lt;br /&gt;9. Magsugal.&lt;br /&gt;10. Etc., Etc., Etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biro mo, mag-e-enjoy siya sa lahat ng kawalanghiyaang iyon? Napakasamang pamumuhay. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28864890-3371094098730349524?l=thepumpkinland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/3371094098730349524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/3371094098730349524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/2009/05/ang-mangmang-fool.html' title='Ang Mangmang (The Fool)'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28864890.post-7083820862982679432</id><published>2009-04-07T22:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:51:17.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tsinelas 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 380px; HEIGHT: 280px" alt="Tsinelas" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/tsinelas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tsinelas 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isang uri ng panyapak. Proteksyon sa paa. Itong darating na Abril 10, maraming tao ang maghuhubad ng kanilang tsinelas dahil sa paniniwalang maaalis kung hindi man lahat ay mababawasan ang kanilang mga kasalanan sa kanilang paglalakad ng nakayapak na wala naman sa biblia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susugatan din nila ang kanilang mga sarili, maglalakad ng malayo habang nakayapak na kung tawagin nila'y penitensya, pero babalik muli sila sa dati matapos ang lahat. Inuman, lasingan, sugal, babae, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taon-taon, maraming nagpapapako sa krus. Mayroon pa nga babae. Tama ba na sila'y magkristo-kristuhan? Papano kung babae? Krista? Pwede ba yun na kalahati ay ang Panginoong Hesukristo at ang kalahati ay judio? 50/50 kumbaga? Ang nakakalungkot, krus ang simbolo ng kanilang paniniwala, na krus din naman ang pinampatay sa Panginoong Hesukristo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagpapako sa krus ang CAPITAL PUNISHMENT ng EMPERIO ROMANO noong panahon ng ating Panginoong Hesukristo. Gaya ngayon, na kung hindi tinanggal ang parusang bitay, SILYA ELEKTRIKA o kaya'y LETHAL INJECTION ang capital punishment ng Pilipinas. Papano na lang kung noong araw ay silya elektrika o lethal injection na ang capital punishment ng mga Romano? Lalabas, may silya o kaya syringe sa mga altar. Biro mo, ginawa kasing simbolo ng pananampalataya ang pinampatay sa Panginoong Hesukristo, na ito rin ang inilalagay sa mga altar na dinadalanginan at ginagamit sa iba't-ibang ritwal ng mga tao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At sa darating ngang Abril 10, madaming tao ang susugatan ang sarili, magpapapalo, magpapapako. At kung silya elektrika o lethal injection nga ang capital punishment noong araw, eh di pagkatapos paluin at sugatan ng mga tao ang kanilang mga sarili sa pagpipinitensya, tuturukan sila ng syringe sa bandang huli bilang finale? O kaya, uupo sa upuang may kuryente?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/ElectricChair.gif" border="0" alt="Electric Chair"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ang nakapagtataka pa, bakit ang "PASKO" na kapanganakan daw kuno ng Panginoong Hesukristo eh ipinagdiriwang ng Dec. 25 pero taon-taon, iba-iba ang araw na pinapatakan niyon, minsan Lunes, minsan Martes, minsan Sabado. Pero bakit ang kamatayan Niya, laging Byernes? Kung minsan pumapatak iyon sa buwan ng Abril(gaya ng darating), minsan naman buwan ng Marso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakalungkot isipin na maraming tao ang napaniwala ng mga maling paniniwala.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BW6j4NgwNOI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BW6j4NgwNOI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28864890-7083820862982679432?l=thepumpkinland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/7083820862982679432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/7083820862982679432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/2009/04/tsinelas.html' title='Tsinelas 2009'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28864890.post-5831723940084392317</id><published>2009-03-30T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:48:38.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smashing Pumpkins Television!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smashing Pumpkins Television!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w79.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/285e5556.pbw" height="240" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28864890-5831723940084392317?l=thepumpkinland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/5831723940084392317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/5831723940084392317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/2009/03/smashing-television-pumpkins.html' title='Smashing Pumpkins Television!!!'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28864890.post-8272277376375496001</id><published>2009-03-19T16:43:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:09:19.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Slang…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Microdot Sleeve:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Slang – a colloquial, nonstandard speech that expresses ideas in an unconventional and often playful and colorful manner. It is pertained to as a street language, for example, ain’t, gonna, wanna, shudda, cudda. Much slang is popular for only a short time, but many words that were originally considered slang are now in standard usage. Anyway, the last time I had an entry was more than a hundred days ago. Here’s a new one to fill that gap, written as a class memento for me and my classmates who graduated from a free training course on how to be a Call Center Agent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m done taking up a free training course somewhere in Ortigas area. It was a month-long training in English Comprehension and Call Center stuffs. I’ve met a lot of people and new faces to remember. I’ve kept them in my memory box. Some of those beautiful human beings are presented here using Photobucket’s slide. I’ve also had a lot of kilometers, shred some pounds, and a few flats on riding a bicycle when going to my class. I’ve learned a lot with sweaty palms, trembled in near hypothermia while the air conditions in full blast. We’re all graduates now. Still, there’s a lot more to learn. Life is always like that. Living and learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nachet (The Movie)&lt;br /&gt;The Cast:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w79.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/23a88418.pbw" height="240" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coming to a Call Center near you.&lt;/strong&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/28864890-8272277376375496001?l=thepumpkinland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/8272277376375496001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/8272277376375496001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/2009/03/slang.html' title='Slang'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28864890.post-3925222243902098000</id><published>2008-09-16T15:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T15:29:00.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>G.S.M.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Microdot Sleeve:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The year was 2002, kapag sinabing ang Cellphone mo ay GSM, galing daw ito sa magnanakaw, kaya nga G.S.M. (galing sa magnanakaw.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;G.S.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natatandaan ko noon, kapag naka-STARTAK ka, sikat ka na, flip phone yun na ang display ay parang yun sa selected Jollibee outlets na may running display behind the counter na sinasabing mabuhay or welcome, etc. Karamihang mayroong ganong phone ang mga artista. Tapos hanggang sa lumabas na mga ibat-ibang klase ng Cellphone, may Nokia, Philips, Mitsubishi, etc. Pero bago pa yon ay may analog phone pa, along avenida nabibili iyon sometime in the late 90's, kapag bumili ka ng ganun na karaniwan ay cloned phones, aakyat yun nagbebenta sa mataas na building dala ang phone na nabili mo, may ikakabit na aparatus sa analog phone mo para humanap ng number o signal, kapag naka-scan ng number, yun na ang number mo which is cloned, may kapareho ka ng number, magagamit mo na ang analog phone mo, at dahil may kagaya kang number, hindi ka matatawagan, ikaw lang ang makakatawag at magrereflect ang bayad nun sa bill ng original na may ari ng number. Anyway, ganun dati. Natatandaan ko nga, nakabili pa ako ng Bosch sa Recto, of course G.S.M. ang nabili ko or galing sa magnanakaw, may free pa na Bert (Sesame's Street) character sa antenna. Yun nga ang nagpamahal ng presyo nun nabili ko eh, si Bert, wahehehe! Then lumabas ang 3210, nakabili ako but after a year, nakipag-swap ako ng 5110 with syempre additional 1.5K yun may ari ng 5110. Minsan, naglalakad ako pauwi, nagtetext ako, sa Bulacan pa ako nakatira nun, may tatlong magkaka-angkas sa motorsiklo, hinablot yun 5110 ko, hindi nila nakuha, puro mura pa inabot ko, wahehehe! Kung ng time na yon may N45 na gaya ng picture sa ibaba, wala ng manghahablot ng Cellphone takot na lang nila. Wahehehe! Naalala ko si Bhab, sana magkaroon siya ng N45, madalas kasi siyang mawalan ng Cellphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 401px; HEIGHT: 279px" height="319" alt="The N45" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/N45.jpg" width="471" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28864890-3925222243902098000?l=thepumpkinland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/3925222243902098000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/3925222243902098000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/2008/09/gsm.html' title='G.S.M.'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28864890.post-6468933963048708138</id><published>2008-01-08T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T21:52:24.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creepers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Creepers.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;microdot sleeve:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Creepers is a punk shoes made of leather with very thick sole. I remember a place somewhere in Recto who made a custom creeper shoes for punks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some memories. About a month ago, I was told by Bhab that she's into music stuffs and things of the past. So, I started making some roll calls on names and bands that I was listening to during the highschool days. Led Zeppelin, Black Sabbath, etc. Then, I remember the post punk era of the 80's when I had an '87 Dead Kennedy's album called "Give Me Convenience or Give Me Death." One day, I found myself looking at some videos and stuffs in YouTube. The song "Kinky S** Makes the World Go Round" is still relevant today with its polical substance and of course "California Uber Alles" is awesome. Things that I'm missing at present is the music in the 80's, commercial music is everywhere nowadays, and I don't like it. Those bands appearing on TV makes me sick. I don't know? I guess I left myself in the past. Wanna join? Here's what I'm missing, here's what you've missed. A Jello Biafra classic. The Dead Kennedy's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DzSU0d5vG6k&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/DzSU0d5vG6k&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eIqESwzCGg4&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/eIqESwzCGg4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28864890-6468933963048708138?l=thepumpkinland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/6468933963048708138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/6468933963048708138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/2008/01/creepers.html' title='Creepers'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28864890.post-1903643379201483414</id><published>2008-01-07T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T20:10:29.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kahapon.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Crossword Puzzle" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/puzzle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ang tagal kong hindi nakapagsulat. 132 days ang lumipas. Maraming nangyari. Madaming pinalampas. Mga sasakyan at kaganapang dumaan sa isipan. Sobrang busy. Walang masisi. Gusto ko kasi. Kaya heto, parang palaisipan o crossword puzzle ang aking titulo. Para sa iyo ito. Sana magustuhan mo. Hindi ko lang alam kung saan at paano magsisimula, pero heto, ang kahapong kasabay ng dahon, tinatangay ng hangin at ng iyong tingin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Number of Dates" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/Calendar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kahapon.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;microdot sleeve:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Mga bagay na sininop ng aking kaisipan sa loob ng tahanan. Mga pangyayaring dumaan na aking sinitsitan upang malaman ang laman ng lansangan. Mga bagay na lumabas sa telebisyon sa buong maghapon. Mga bagay na lumipas sa bawat pahina ng peryodikong nabasa. Mga bagay na pumasok sa mikropono at narinig sa radyo. Tinipong lahat habang may bulutong at makating balat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152796277706700146" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Chicken Pox Toon" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_of5KKFl8Et4/R4Jo6fSptXI/AAAAAAAAAEw/LUpn12jgYG4/s400/pox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chicken Facts (este Pox).....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isang madaling araw, nagising akong ginaw na ginaw. Parang biglaang lagnat na nawala rin kaagad. Tanghaling tapat, naramdaman kong ako'y parang may sinat. Akala ko ng una ay kung ano lang, may tumubo na medyo makati, maliit na butlig na parang nagtutubig. Hinayaan ko lang. May nagbigay ng pagkain. Kanin at masarap na fried chicken. Tapos hayun, dumami at dumami at dumami pa ang butlig hangang buong katawan ko na ang tubuan. Naalala ko, hindi pa pala ako binubulutong mula pa noong bata ako. Mabuti na lang lumabas. Sabi kasi nila, kung hindi lalabas, baka sa mga internal organs tumubo, mas delikado daw, nakamamatay. Isang kasama na ang nagkwento, asawa niya raw ay bulutong na hindi lumabas ang ikinamatay. Sa pagkakaroon ko ng bulutong, ang dami ko tuloy napanood sa TV. Nabasa sa dyaryo, natutunan sa magazine, libro, at ang best-seller sa lahat na madalas dala ng mga paimbabaw at nanghihingi ng pera sa bus, sa palengke, sa kanto, at kung saan-saan pa. Alam mo iyon. May dalang supot iyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152803634985678210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Likod Bahay" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_of5KKFl8Et4/R4JvmvSptYI/AAAAAAAAAE4/sws4tPdqoI0/s400/LIKOD_BAHAY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ang Lihim sa Likod Bahay.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May napanood ako sa TV minsan tungkol sa isang papag at kadena sa likod bahay. Naalala ko noong araw, sa Malabon pa kami nakatira. May kapit-bahay kami sa likod bahay na may sakit. May deprensya sa pag-iisip. Kapag naaalala ko iyon, hindi ko maiwasan ang hindi malungkot. Kapatid iyon ng classmate ko sa elementary. Ewan ko kung ano na ang nangyari sa kanya pero yun classmate ko, patay na. Kawawa naman ang mga taong gayon. Kung minsan, itinatago na lamang sila sa likod bahay. May napanood pa ako, pinapalo ng walis ng mismong anak o apo. Kaawa-awa ang kalagayan ng mga ganun. Sa aking pagbibisikleta minsan, nakakakita ako sa daan ng mga ganung tao, ang tanging kaibigan ay ang dumi ng lansangang kumapit na sa kanilang katawan pati na ang kanilang daliri, nagbibilang kahit walang binibilang. Tapos may makikita ka sa daan, mayaman na ang binibilang ay pera, nakasakay sa magarang sasakyan, at alahas ang nakakapit sa katawan. Nakakalungkot isipin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img alt="Violin Player" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/viol.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acupuncture.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music Tech:&lt;br /&gt;Violin - Alam mo bang may Acupuncture sa violin. Ginagawa iyon sa pamamagitan ng pagpukpok ng matulis na bagay sa body ng violin. Halos hindi iyon mahahalata kasi dot lang iyon na maliit. Sa ganung paraan, kapag pinatugtog na ang violin, ang sound na nagtratravel sa body nito ay kakalat pagdaan sa dot. Kaya kung ang violin ay parang wala sa tono o parang mababa ang tono, nagagamot ito sa pamamagitan ng Violin Acupuncture. Galing ng music noh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Iron Gate" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/gate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tao po.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isang katotohanan tungkol sa rabies, ilang linggo lang ay mamamatay na ang biktima. Last year, may kababata ako namatay dahil dito. Nakagat siya ng alaga niya mismong aso. Napanood ko sa TV, kung saan last stage ng rabies ang pinakita, binasag ng biktima yun bintana ng kwartong kinalalagyan niya sa isang ospital, ilang oras bago siya mamatay. Nakagat din ako ng aso noong bata pa ako. Hindi ko makakalimutan iyon. Kahit ang pangalan nun aso, tanda ko pa rin, Quatang. Aso ng kapitbahay namin. Kelan lang galing ako sa Tita ko na may alagang aso, may sticker sa gate nila, "PITBULL" ang sbi ng sticker, wala naman pala silang ganoong aso, panakot lang kasi minsan ng nakakagat ng naniningil ng bayad sa kuryente yun aso nila. Mainit sa katawan ang aso, Noong araw kasi, ito pinupulutan namin. Ang one year sa atin, 7 years sa aso. Kaya kapag 3 years na ang aso, fully grown adult na ito. Nagkalat ang aso sa dyaryo. May swaping corner para sa aso, may for sale. Pero madami akong alam na aso na nagkalat kung saan-saan. Sila'y matatakaw at walang kabusugan. Nagsasalita ang mga iyon gamit ang pulpito. Baka nga sakmal nila ngayon ang leeg at bulsa mo eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Warhound MBT" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/WarhoundMBTtechdrawing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coup d'etat.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marami ng pinag-gagamitan ang Zip Tie ngayon, bukod sa pang-secure sa mga dangling cables o organizer ng mga kawad ng kuryente, pwede na rin itong ipang-posas lalo na sa mga media men. Ganito ang eksena sa Manila Peninsula ng mag-walkout at maglakad mula Makati RTC hanggang Pen sina Trillanes at Lim. Coup d'etat daw iyon. Sabi nga ng isang comedy show, "Nalaman na natin na malapit lang lakarin mula Makati RTC hanggang Manila Peninsula Hotel. Nalaman din natin na kasya pala sa pinto ng Manila Pen ang isang tangke de gyera." Nagsawa ng mga tao sa Pipol Power niyo. Kahit ano pa, pareho lang, ang ipinipilit i-upo, corrupt din. Mag-intay na lang ng 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152825290210784674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Poo" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_of5KKFl8Et4/R4KDTPSptaI/AAAAAAAAAFI/NkOrRgddqtQ/s400/poo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Pasipsip.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isang tanghali, narinig ko sa radyo na mayroong sumabog sa isang mall sa Makati. Ang daming patay at sugatan. Sabi nga ng mga kasama kong Navy sa barko nito lang sabado habang binabaybay namin ang NLEX papuntang Alpha, "Safe kayo rito, may security personnel. Delikado na ang panahon ngayon, kahit tae sumasabog na, may mas malakas na sa C4 ngayon, CR. Oo nga noh? noong araw nababasa ko lang sa mga nobela ni Stephen King kung paanong iyong isang character sinisindihan ang kanyang puwet kapag umu-utot, eh kasi nga methane gas iyon natural mag-aapoy iyon. Ngayon in reality, talaga palang sumasabog iyon. Naalala ko tuloy iyong mga Septic Truck, yun mga sumisipsip sa ating mga pozzo negro, kung paanong nahuli silang kung saan-saan lang nila itinatapon ang mga nakokolekta nilang dumi ng tao. Mabuti at naipasara na at hindi na "Lumaban" yun isang kumpanya ng ganun na gayon ang ginagawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="EMI Lyric Game" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/EMI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ang dami kong na-download na games. Gaya ng Brain Challenge, Snooker, Tour de France, at EMI Lyric game na huhulaan mo kung ano ang sagot sa mga tanong, kung anong kanta ang lyrics na ipapakita syo, sino kumanta, title ng kanta, etc. 11 na games ang laman ng celfone ko. Tama lang na panglibang kapag may iniintay o kaya kapag nag-iisip ng bagay pang motivate sa pagsusulat o kaya'y walang magawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152853916167812578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Keypad" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_of5KKFl8Et4/R4KdVfSpteI/AAAAAAAAAFk/3gsC6467zmg/s400/keypad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mga pinindot-pindot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-B-C, D-E-F, G-H-I, J-K-L, M-N-O, P-Q-R-S, T-U-V, W-X-Y-Z, 0-1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga pinindot-pindot pa rin (sa celfone).....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Bhab, Shadow, Liza, Alexandria, Peachy, Roslyn, Celine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28864890-1903643379201483414?l=thepumpkinland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/1903643379201483414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/1903643379201483414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/2008/01/kahapon.html' title='Kahapon.....'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_of5KKFl8Et4/R4Jo6fSptXI/AAAAAAAAAEw/LUpn12jgYG4/s72-c/pox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28864890.post-6509836764400611734</id><published>2007-08-26T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T01:03:40.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Smashing Pumpkins Tour Dates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="The Smashing Pumpkins" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/SP01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE SMASHING PUMPKINS TOUR DATES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;August 29, 2007 - Terra Vibe Park - Athens, Greece&lt;br /&gt;September 01, 2007 - Rock N Coke Festival - Hezarfen Airfield - Istanbul, Turkey&lt;br /&gt;September 08, 2007 - Osheaga Music Festival - Montreal, Canada&lt;br /&gt;September 09, 2007 - Virgin Festival - Toronto Island Park - Toronto&lt;br /&gt;September 13, 2007 - The Pearl Concert Theatre - Las Vegas, NV&lt;br /&gt;September 15, 2007 - Home Depot Center - Las Angeles, CA&lt;br /&gt;September 16, 2007 - Tucson Electric Park - Tucson, AZ&lt;br /&gt;September 18, 2007 - Dodge Theatre - Phoenix, AZ&lt;br /&gt;September 19, 2007 - SDSU Open Air Theatre - San Diego, CA&lt;br /&gt;September 21, 2007 - The Ampitheater at Clark County Ridgefield, Washington&lt;br /&gt;September 22, 2007 - Qwest Field Seattle, Washington&lt;br /&gt;September 24, 2007 - PNE Forum Vancouver, British Columbia&lt;br /&gt;September 28, 2007 - McKay Center (University of Utah) Salt Lake City, Utah&lt;br /&gt;September 30, 2007 - Red Rocks Morrison, Colorado&lt;br /&gt;October 02, 2007 - Wilkins Auditorium St. Paul, Minnesota&lt;br /&gt;October 04, 2007 Braden Auditorium (Illinois State University) Normal, Illinois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Billy Corgan on piano" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/BillyCorgan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 06, 2007 - Verizon Wireless Music Center Noblesville, Indiana&lt;br /&gt;October 07, 2007 - Fox Theatre Detroit, Michigan&lt;br /&gt;October 09, 2007 - AJ Palumbo Center (Duquesne University) Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania&lt;br /&gt;October 11, 2007 - LC Pavillion Columbus, Ohio&lt;br /&gt;October 13, 2007 - Orpheum Theatre Boston, Massachusetts&lt;br /&gt;October 15, 2007 - Orpheum Theatre Boston, Massachusetts&lt;br /&gt;October 16, 2007 - Orpheum Theatre Boston, Massachusetts&lt;br /&gt;October 19, 2007 - Tower Theater Philadelphia, Pennsylvania&lt;br /&gt;October 21, 2007 - Tower Theatre Philadelphia, Pennsylvania&lt;br /&gt;October 22, 2007 - Tower Theatre Philadelphia, Pennsylvania&lt;br /&gt;October 25, 2007 - Mud Island Amphitheatre Memphis, Tennessee&lt;br /&gt;October 30, 2007 - Fox Theatre Atlanta, Georgia&lt;br /&gt;October 31, 2007 - Fox Theatre Atlanta, Georgia&lt;br /&gt;November 03, 2007 - Nokia Theatre Dallas, Texas&lt;br /&gt;November 05, 2007 - Ryman Theatre Nashville, Tennessee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="The Smashing Pumpkins on The Simpson's" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/SP02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28864890-6509836764400611734?l=thepumpkinland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/6509836764400611734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/6509836764400611734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/2007/08/pumpkins-tour-dates.html' title='The Smashing Pumpkins Tour Dates'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28864890.post-1402255556830652522</id><published>2007-08-23T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T23:59:01.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nang dahil sa spam...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_of5KKFl8Et4/RtBIQ6rq-SI/AAAAAAAAAEA/46-YumRocPI/s1600-h/bhab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102657833278306594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" height="132" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_of5KKFl8Et4/RtBIQ6rq-SI/AAAAAAAAAEA/46-YumRocPI/s320/bhab.jpg" width="212" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Binura na lang ni Myembrolang.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nakakalungkot na ng dahil kasi sa spam binura na ni Bhab ang kanyang mga entries sa kanyang blogsite. Yun blogsite pa naman na yun ang nag-trigger sa akin para magsulat at magkaroon ng ganitong playground. Kanina lang nag-text ako sa kanya ng ganito:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nang dahil sa spam...&lt;br /&gt;Nang dahil sa spam&lt;br /&gt;ay binura na lang&lt;br /&gt;ni myembrolang&lt;br /&gt;ang kanyang playground.&lt;br /&gt;Nang dahil sa spam&lt;br /&gt;hindi delatang spam&lt;br /&gt;ang playground ni myembrolang&lt;br /&gt;ay kanyang binura na lang.&lt;br /&gt;Nang dahil sa spam...&lt;br /&gt;Bow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_of5KKFl8Et4/RtBNparq-TI/AAAAAAAAAEI/bMV8FucdTkk/s1600-h/bhab2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102663751743240498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_of5KKFl8Et4/RtBNparq-TI/AAAAAAAAAEI/bMV8FucdTkk/s320/bhab2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Actually, nagkita kami ni Bhab noong Saturday sa Alpha, batian lang kami kasi busy rin ako sa maraming paperworks(from monday to friday, may directorial work ako sa Hollywood). Mayroon pa naman siyang blogsite na dumadami at si art na langgam ni Devi kaya lang nakakapang-hinayang lalo na kung isang electronic ads that works like a virus ang sisira ng gawa mo, sana gumawa ulit siya ng blogsite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What is spam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spam is flooding the Internet with many copies of the same message, in an attempt to force the message on people who would not otherwise choose to receive it. Most spam is commercial advertising, often for dubious products, get-rich-quick schemes, or quasi-legal services. Spam costs the sender very little to send -- most of the costs are paid for by the recipient or the carriers rather than by the sender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two main types of spam, and they have different effects on Internet users. Cancellable Usenet spam is a single message sent to 20 or more Usenet newsgroups. (Through long experience, Usenet users have found that any message posted to so many newsgroups is often not relevant to most or all of them.) Usenet spam is aimed at "lurkers", people who read newsgroups but rarely or never post and give their address away. Usenet spam robs users of the utility of the newsgroups by overwhelming them with a barrage of advertising or other irrelevant posts. Furthermore, Usenet spam subverts the ability of system administrators and owners to manage the topics they accept on their systems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Email spam targets individual users with direct mail messages. Email spam lists are often created by scanning Usenet postings, stealing Internet mailing lists, or searching the Web for addresses. Email spams typically cost users money out-of-pocket to receive. Many people - anyone with measured phone service - read or receive their mail while the meter is running, so to speak. Spam costs them additional money. On top of that, it costs money for ISPs and online services to transmit spam, and these costs are transmitted directly to subscribers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One particularly nasty variant of email spam is sending spam to mailing lists (public or private email discussion forums.) Because many mailing lists limit activity to their subscribers, spammers will use automated tools to subscribe to as many mailing lists as possible, so that they can grab the lists of addresses, or use the mailing list as a direct target for their attacks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28864890-1402255556830652522?l=thepumpkinland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/1402255556830652522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/1402255556830652522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/2007/08/nang-dahil-sa-spam.html' title='Nang dahil sa spam...'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_of5KKFl8Et4/RtBIQ6rq-SI/AAAAAAAAAEA/46-YumRocPI/s72-c/bhab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28864890.post-1923715849103796361</id><published>2007-08-21T20:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T14:10:01.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Garapon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_of5KKFl8Et4/RtBAb6rq-RI/AAAAAAAAAD4/1uDVVZ9Vls4/s1600-h/jar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102649226163845394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_of5KKFl8Et4/RtBAb6rq-RI/AAAAAAAAAD4/1uDVVZ9Vls4/s320/jar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Garapon.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan ito ay lagayan ng asukal, gatas, kape, chocolate drink, candies, etc. Madaming pwedeng pag-gamitan ang isang garapon. Pero ito rin ang naging bansag sa dati kong nakasama sa buhay. Siya rin ang minsan ko ng isinulat dito na naniniwalang narito daw mismo sa lupa ang impierno. Garapon ang naging bansag sa kanya dahil noong araw daw, mahilig siyang kumuha ng skyflakes na nasa garapon sa kanilang school canteen. Kaya naman mula noon hanggang ngayon, iyon na ang naging bansag sa kanya. Hindi ko siya isinusulat ngayon upang hiyain kundi upang buksan ang mga nagdaang bagay sa nakaraang buhay. Kagabi, may napanood ako sa TV about shoplifters, naalala ko tuloy ang kanta ng The Smiths na "Shoplifters of The World Unite" at naalala ko rin kung paanong noong araw, ako rin ay nagsho-shoplift. Delata, kadena ng aso, lapis, pantasa, etc. Mabuti na lang hindi ko naging hanapbuhay ang gayon, katuwaan lang ba kasama ang mga dating kaibigan. Naalala ko ng kunin ko ang kadena ng aso kasama si barney na mahilig sa corned beef, tawa ng tawa mga kaibigan ko noon. Kapag naaalala ko ang napanood ko kagabi, naaalala ko ang maraming bagay sa nakaraan. Sabi nga nila, nakaka-excite ang may challenge, parang computer game, pero di naman computer game ang buhay shoplifter, labas pasok ka lang sa kulungan, pabalik-balik sa pagdukwang at pagsilid at pag-ipit. Sa napanood ko kagabi, tine-test pa kung gaano kalaking bagay ang pwedeng ipitin sa hita, maitago lang ang kinuha, ang ikinabubuhay nila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28864890-1923715849103796361?l=thepumpkinland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/1923715849103796361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/1923715849103796361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/2007/08/shoplift.html' title='Garapon'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_of5KKFl8Et4/RtBAb6rq-RI/AAAAAAAAAD4/1uDVVZ9Vls4/s72-c/jar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28864890.post-3701615220340263277</id><published>2007-08-13T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T23:22:17.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hollywood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_of5KKFl8Et4/RtA3Warq-QI/AAAAAAAAADw/jvvG1TIjvwA/s1600-h/movie_camera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102639236069914882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_of5KKFl8Et4/RtA3Warq-QI/AAAAAAAAADw/jvvG1TIjvwA/s320/movie_camera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hollywood.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sa wakas nakarating na ako sa Hollywood at Directorial debut ko ngayon. Pagdating ko dun kaninang 4:00am, napansin ko kaagad ang maraming tao, at ang una kong hinanap ay si Da Boy dahil alam ko may eksena siyang gagawin kung saan sasalubungin niya ang isang Celebrity at may iaabot ito sa kanyang susi. Nasilaw ako sa karamihan ng ilaw. Maraming Celebrity akong nakita. May ini-interview, may kinukunan ng eksena, may nakikipag-kwentuhan, mayroon naman may kausap sa celfon, kung sino-sino ang nakita ko. Of course dahil Director na ako ngayon sa Hollywood, marami ang humihingi ng aking opinyon. Ang unang eksenang dinerek ko ay sa harap ng Universal Studio kung saan may darating na bisita at ipa-park niya ang kanyang sasakyan sa di kalayuan. "Direk, okey na po ba?", ang isa sa madalas na mamutawi sa bibig ng mga artistang nakatrabaho ko kaninang umaga. Minsan naaalala ko kung paanong noong araw sa TV ko lang nakikita ang mga artista, pero ngayon, nakakaharap ko na sila mismo. Bukas kaya, sinong artista na naman kaya ang hihingi ng opinyon ko? Baka sa mga darating na mga araw, isang pulitiko naman ang magpa-direk sa akin. Sa lugar kung saan maraming nakakasilaw na ilaw. Sa lugar ng mga Celebrity na kung tawagin ay Hollywood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28864890-3701615220340263277?l=thepumpkinland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/3701615220340263277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/3701615220340263277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/2007/08/hollywood.html' title='Hollywood'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_of5KKFl8Et4/RtA3Warq-QI/AAAAAAAAADw/jvvG1TIjvwA/s72-c/movie_camera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28864890.post-1436051720141665040</id><published>2007-08-11T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T00:10:12.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adios, Discovery!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_of5KKFl8Et4/RsxdQKrq-PI/AAAAAAAAADo/_tBgvu9MpVI/s1600-h/adiosdiscovery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101555010230745330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_of5KKFl8Et4/RsxdQKrq-PI/AAAAAAAAADo/_tBgvu9MpVI/s320/adiosdiscovery.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Adios, Discovery!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The owner of the Discovery team announced the team will disband after this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUSTIN, Texas, Aug 10, 2007 (AFP) - Tailwind Sports, owner and operator of the Discovery Channel team, announced Friday that they will cease operations at the end of the 2007 cycling season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most successful teams in the sport, Discovery and its predecessor, the US Postal Service Team, won eight of the last nine Tour de France races - seven consecutive from 1999-2005 with Lance Armstrong - and this year with Alberto Contador of Spain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Tailwind has been unable to sign a title sponsor for the 2008 season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This was a difficult decision, not made any easier by our recent Tour de France success," team General Manager Bill Stapleton said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We were in talks with a number of companies about the opportunity and were confident a new sponsor was imminent. We have chosen, however, to end those discussions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He added: "Tailwind has had an amazing ten years of success with US Postal and more recently Discovery Channel as its title sponsor. This is arguably the most successful sports franchise in the history of sport."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team co-owner Armstrong added: "I don't think you have seen the last of this organization in the sport but clearly things need to improve on many levels, with a more unified front, before you would see us venture back into cycling."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Discovery Channel team will continue to race its full calendar of Pro Tour races including the final grand tour of the season, the Tour of Spain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28864890-1436051720141665040?l=thepumpkinland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/1436051720141665040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/1436051720141665040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/2007/08/adios-discovery.html' title='Adios, Discovery!'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_of5KKFl8Et4/RsxdQKrq-PI/AAAAAAAAADo/_tBgvu9MpVI/s72-c/adiosdiscovery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28864890.post-8059541088386494167</id><published>2007-08-10T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T23:16:18.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bahag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bahag" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bahag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ano ang?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahag.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Microdot Sleeve:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ffff;"&gt;The bahag or loin cloth of the Mountain Province is an exquisitely hand-loomed piece of long cloth that is wrapped around the man's middle. Much of the modern bahags have found their way to the low land as table runners, serviettes, and other decor and fashion accoutrements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_of5KKFl8Et4/RryKkrzgkeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ZYfksFbXIyU/s1600-h/scaredog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097101241115251170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_of5KKFl8Et4/RryKkrzgkeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ZYfksFbXIyU/s320/scaredog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Eh ang?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahag ang buntot.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Noong nakaraang Lunes, namuti ang mata ko sa pag-hihintay sa magaganap na debate. Kasi naman hindi dumating ang makakalaban ni Bro. Eli na samahang a cappella o minus one(Church of Christ 33AD New Testament) na ayaw ng organ o mga musical instruments. 7:30am ng dumating kami sa Parian, Calamba, Laguna kung saan gaganapin sana ang pinakahihintay kong debate. Ang daming dumating na bisita at mga kapatid. Punong-puno ang venue. First time ko sanang makakapanood ng live na debate. Excited pa naman akong makita kung paanong mapahiya ang mga asong matatakaw na sinasabi ng biblia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Oo, ang mga aso ay matatakaw, sila’y kailan man ay walang kabusugan; at ang mga ito ay mga pastor na hindi nangakakaunawa: sila’y nagsilikong lahat sa kanilang sariling daan na mula sa lahat ng dako, bawa’t isa’y sa kaniyang pakinabang."-&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Isaias 56:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;10:00am ang napagkasunduang oras, sinundo na nga ng kapatid na manggagawa ang makaka-debate subalit wala daw ito sa kanila, nasa maynila daw. Hanep sa palusot ang bahag na buntot ni blackie. Wahehehe! Anyway, hindi man natuloy ang debate dahil sa mga asong urong, nagkaroon naman ng consultation para sa mga kapatid at mga bisitang nagsidalo. Ang saya namin dahil naka-daupang palad namin si Bro. Eli. Umuwi kaming masaya bagaman hindi kami sinipot ng mga asong bahag ang buntot, pinatunayan na namang muli ng Dios sa Kanyang Bayan ang Kanyang salita:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"At kayo'y magsisikaing sagana, at mangabubusog, at inyong pupurihin ang pangalan ng Panginoon ninyong Dios, na gumawa ng kababalaghan sa inyo; at ang aking bayan ay hindi mapapahiya kailan man."-&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Joel 2:26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_of5KKFl8Et4/RryZ57zgkgI/AAAAAAAAADg/MNP1ARX9Ris/s1600-h/gmk.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097118098861888002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_of5KKFl8Et4/RryZ57zgkgI/AAAAAAAAADg/MNP1ARX9Ris/s320/gmk.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;BUS-ina.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Kaninang umaga bago pa pumutok ang araw, sumakay ako sa libreng sakay bus papuntang Quezon City, may aasikasuhin kasi akong importanteng bagay. Ang lamig ng aircon ng bus at may libreng kape at bible pa. Courtesy of UNTV37, kaunaunahan ito sa buong mundo na free ride (with coffee) from Monumento to Baclaran (along Edsa/vice versa). Mula sa aking kinauupuan, pinanood ko ang programa ni Kuya na Good Morning Kuya, ang show na walang rehearsal hindi gaya ng ibang morning shows, parang face powder, puro palamuti. Sa show ni Kuya, spontaneous lahat, parang nasa kanto ka lang at nakikipagkwentuhan tungkol sa ano ba ang balita? Ang galing! Ang Show ni Kuya natural na natural, hindi gaya ng iba, parang ingat na ingat sa sasabihin nila, halata tuloy na may binabasa. Sa aking pagbaba, isang plano ang naisa-diwa, muling maglakbay kasama ng libreng sakay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28864890-8059541088386494167?l=thepumpkinland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/8059541088386494167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/8059541088386494167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/2007/08/bahag.html' title='Bahag'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_of5KKFl8Et4/RryKkrzgkeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ZYfksFbXIyU/s72-c/scaredog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28864890.post-2100422973223954465</id><published>2007-08-03T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T01:08:11.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contador Wins The Tour de France</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_of5KKFl8Et4/RrIMmrzgkcI/AAAAAAAAADA/z6MjM9rZceI/s1600-h/sp_tourdefrance_tdf138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094147987242783170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="177" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_of5KKFl8Et4/RrIMmrzgkcI/AAAAAAAAADA/z6MjM9rZceI/s320/sp_tourdefrance_tdf138.jpg" width="271" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Stage 20: Contador Wins The Tour de France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(07-30) 00:35 PDT PARIS, France (AP)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;By JAMEY KEATEN, Associated Press Writer&lt;br /&gt;Monday, July 30, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three years ago, Alberto Contador was lying in a hospital bed recovering from a brain aneurism. He drew inspiration from reading a book about Lance Armstrong, the cancer survivor and seven-time Tour de France champion. Now Contador has his own inspiring comeback story that, like Armstrong's, ended with a victory in the Tour de France on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's an extraordinary joy," said Contador, who collapsed with the aneurism during a race in Spain in 2004. The Spaniard kissed his winner's yellow jersey on the podium against the backdrop of the Arc de Triomphe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contador's victory ride provided a brief moment of celebration for a Tour that has been battered by two weeks of doping scandals and allegations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contador, 24, was this year's unlikely winner for Discovery Channel after former race leader Michael Rasmussen was sent home earlier in the Tour for allegedly lying to his team and the pre-race favorite Alexandre Vinokourov failed a doping test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contador high-fived and hugged his teammates at the end. His original goal was to take the white jersey for the best young rider. In the end, he got both white and yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked on French television about his surgery, Contador took off his yellow cap and showed a large scar running down the side of his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It really marked me for life," Contador said, "but allowed me to better savor this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This year, I hoped to win the white jersey. I did not know that with the white jersey, the yellow one would come, too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From its start in London on July 7, when millions of spectators turned out, fans' signs like "No to Doping" increasingly lined the course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even for an event whose winners since 1996 have either battled doping claims or admitted to them, this Tour's fallout from doping was instantaneous — often overshadowing the racing itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Suspicion is everywhere," Tour president Christian Prudhomme said Sunday on France-2 television. "We could have doubts about everyone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Organizers hoped this would be the year of rebirth after 2006 winner Floyd Landis' positive doping test. In the end, they may have settled for simply keeping the race going amid unending doping scandals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor was it Vinokourov's year to step up — as fans who painted his name on French roads had hoped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big sporting surprise was Contador. Seen as a promising but not yet mature rider, he blended explosive acceleration in the mountains and a dose of luck as the field was whittled down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We've seen the future of Spanish cycling and perhaps international cycling," seven-time Tour winner Armstrong said of Contador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a remarkable personal comeback for Contador, who suffered the aneurism while racing in the Tour of Asturias and fell to the ground from his bike with severe convulsions. Emergency surgery saved him from possible brain damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contador eclipsed the leader of his Discovery team, American Levi Leipheimer, who finished third. Contador was the youngest champion since Jan Ullrich of Germany in 1997, and the first Spaniard to win since the last of Miguel Indurain's five titles in 1995.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an unplanned irony, the 91-mile route Sunday to Paris' fan-lined Champs-Elysees took riders through the town of Chatenay-Malabry, home to the French anti-doping laboratory that has exposed several riders this year. Sunday's stage was won by Daniele Bennati of Italy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contador's victory margin — 23 seconds ahead of Cadel Evans of Australia — was the second-narrowest in the Tour's 104-year history, after about 3,500 kilometers (2,200 miles) of cycling through Britain, Belgium, Spain and France. Leipheimer was third, 31 seconds back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contador had seemed destined for second place until the Tour was hit by the ouster of Rasmussen. His Rabobank team accused the Dane of having lied about his whereabouts before the Tour to evade doping controls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_of5KKFl8Et4/RrIMmbzgkbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/l4m9DOLDjtQ/s1600-h/sp_tourdefrance_0729_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094147982947815858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_of5KKFl8Et4/RrIMmbzgkbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/l4m9DOLDjtQ/s320/sp_tourdefrance_0729_03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Discovery sports manager Johan Bruyneel, who mentored Armstrong's seven wins, said inheriting the victory like that was bittersweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's not a nice feeling. You don't want to win like that," Bruyneel told The Associated Press. "The way things were, most likely he (Rasmussen) would have won the Tour de France."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landis did not defend his crown because of doping charges hanging over him. This Tour turned into a circus after it emerged that Rasmussen was competing despite missing doping controls in May and June, and after Kazakh star Vinokourov and Cristian Moreni of Italy failed doping tests. They and their teams left the race, and police raided their hotels, searching for doping products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A split emerged as Tour organizers blamed the sport's governing body, the UCI, for not telling them that Rasmussen had missed doping tests. The organizers said they would have prevented him from taking the start had they known. Some newspapers in France declared the Tour dead and said it should be suspended until the sport cleans up. Some members of the International Olympic Committee warned that more scandals could jeopardize cycling's place in the Olympics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first week of the Tour's 94th edition was dominated by sprinters and marked by multiple crashes. Fabian Cancellara of Switzerland took the lead on day 1 and wore the yellow jersey for the first week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the doping demon quickly returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First came news that Patrik Sinkewitz of Germany tested positive for the male hormone testosterone, in a sample taken in June while he was training for the Tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, over 48 dramatic hours in the last week, came successive punches of Vinokourov's test for a banned blood transfusion, Moreni's positive test for testosterone and Rasmussen's ouster — a race-changing decision that emerged late at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Rasmussen's last day of racing before he was sent home, cyclists from French and German teams refused to ride off with him at the start, protesting against the scandals in the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinokourov denied doping, although a follow-up test confirmed the positive result given from the first. Vinokourov has hired Landis' lawyer to defend him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasmussen also insisted that he never used performance-enhancing drugs and was left ruing Sunday what might have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Every day I'm going to wake up and think about not being allowed to win the Tour de France — the race that defines me as a cyclist," he told Danish broadcaster TV2. "I will never get over it. ... I believe it equals getting a Picasso painting stolen. I was working on the greatest piece I could achieve and it was taken away from me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contador was not spared suspicions. He missed last year's Tour when his former team was disqualified because he and four other riders were implicated in a Spanish blood-doping investigation known as Operation Puerto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contador said Saturday that his name mistakenly turned up in the Puerto file — and that the International Cycling Union, or UCI, attested to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tour officials have been looking to the younger generation in the hope these riders have been less influenced by the doping rife in the late 1990s. Riders in their 20s — not in their 30s like Vinokourov and Rasmussen — swept the Tour's top honors. Juan Mauricio Soler of Colombia, aged 24, was crowned best mountain climber; Tom Boonen of Belgium, 28, was best sprinter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Contador's home town of Pinto just outside Madrid, hundreds gathered in the main square to watch his victory on a giant TV screen and erupted with cheers when it became official. They set off firecrackers, waved Spanish flags and splashed around in a fountain.&lt;/strong&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/28864890-2100422973223954465?l=thepumpkinland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/2100422973223954465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/2100422973223954465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/2007/08/stage-20-contador-wins-tour-de-france.html' title='Contador Wins The Tour de France'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_of5KKFl8Et4/RrIMmrzgkcI/AAAAAAAAADA/z6MjM9rZceI/s72-c/sp_tourdefrance_tdf138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28864890.post-1687491042999191346</id><published>2007-07-26T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T01:03:55.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rotate: Human Tetris</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Rotate.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Microdot sleeve:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;A few nights ago, when I was into thinkering, planning a redo on some paperworks and trying to keep a little stress off while lying on my back, I've decided to play a game(a type of tetris game) called "Nature Park" on my cellfon. It's been quite sometime since the last time I played it. The truth is, it's boring for me playing those cellfon stuffs. So, trying to make the time pass by, I've played a few hours with it, making hi's ang low's on the scoreboards, then stopped and decided to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So, why rotate? I guess that's one of the moves in the tetris game. Then one day, I received an e-mail from a Brethren with the following videos attached. I thought it was just some old funny video or something that can't even move a muscle on my face, but I was wrong. Well anyway, here's a Japanese Game Show called Human Tetris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy watching!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0bK63uSTTNs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0bK63uSTTNs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/84_QL1kEmH4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/84_QL1kEmH4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/28864890-1687491042999191346?l=thepumpkinland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/1687491042999191346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/1687491042999191346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/2007/07/rotate-human-tetris.html' title='Rotate: Human Tetris'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28864890.post-2205434913381660686</id><published>2007-07-17T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T03:01:00.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Smashing Pumpkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wzb9JnkpeYk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wzb9JnkpeYk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_of5KKFl8Et4/Rp4qtuHRo1I/AAAAAAAAACw/vt9vASyFUYc/s1600-h/Zeitgeist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088551593936266066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_of5KKFl8Et4/Rp4qtuHRo1I/AAAAAAAAACw/vt9vASyFUYc/s320/Zeitgeist.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Microdot Sleeve:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Above is a Smashing Pumpkins' "Doomsday Clock" on Transformers movie trailer. A few months back, I was very disappointed after I've found out that some of my Smashing Pumpkins cassette tapes were no longer playing due to the floodwater that sips inside the tape mechanism. That was the result when we were struck by wide flooding due to damage dikes when we were still in Malabon a year ago. I got worried because all the Pumpkins past albums here in the Philippines were all gone, no local release at all. But somehow, this past few days, by asking a Brethren, I manage to recover some music disc and reconstruct my Smashing Pumpkins listening pleasure. And at last, The Pumpkins are back with their new album "Zeitgeist" plus lots of U.S. and Canada tours. And I couldn't wait to have their album release here in the Philippines. I guess with that, all the past albums will come out too. Anyway, here are some smashing photos of the greatest band of all time, a way to spread the "Zeitgeist."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;All articles and photos were taken from &lt;a href="http://www.smashingpumpkins.com/blog"&gt;&lt;u&gt;www.smashingpumpkins.com&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The Zeitgeist is upon us! Thanks to all that were able to attend the show at the 930 Club in Washington D.C. to celebrate the release of our new album. The event was spectacular! We had an amazing show of support... but somehow an entire crowd of "non-supporters" were in attendance as well.&lt;br /&gt;The Smashing Pumpkins rolled up in style to their record release show yesterday at the 9:30 Nightclub in Washington DC. Secret service agents, a barbershop quartet and over 300 "picketing" fans lined up to show their support and rallied as the Smashing Pumpkins arrived in two 1970's vintage cars to celebrate the highly anticipated release of Zeitgeist. The red, white and blue event continued as the "Virginia Ham Barbershop Quartet" welcomed the Smashing Pumpkins to the 9:30 stage with a traditional barbershop song. The Pumpkins played more than three hours, (including three encores) of songs, both old and new leaving no one disappointed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Here are some photos that illustrate the evening:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 388px; HEIGHT: 277px" height="317" alt="Outside The 9:30 Nightclub" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/777966476_c42507031b.jpg" width="456" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Angry" fans protest the release of Zeitgeist outside the 9:30 Nightclub&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Protesters awaits" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/777966326_0afa61390e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Protesters" await the arrival of their favorite political candidates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 378px; HEIGHT: 288px" height="325" alt="The Virginia Ham Barbershop Quartet" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/777942308_0949739613.jpg" width="436" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The Virginia Ham barbershop quartet entertains the crowd and welcomes The Smashing Pumpkins with some traditional tunes.&lt;br /&gt;These guys actually OPENED for Sp later in the evening!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 386px; HEIGHT: 263px" height="299" alt="Billy Corgan Arrives" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/777046949_47779448d5.jpg" width="438" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Billy Corgan arrives in style in a 1970s vintage vehicle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 378px; HEIGHT: 286px" height="322" alt="Ginger Reyes in Style" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/777046921_206c7aaef2.jpg" width="426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Bass player Ginger Reyes steps out in style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Billy Corgan Takes Part in The Protest" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/777018347_2b6dd33b2d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Billy Corgan takes part in the protest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;This is the official video for "Tarantula" from The Smashing Pumpkins' 7th album, "Zeitgeist"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WNkRcGISfnE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WNkRcGISfnE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28864890-2205434913381660686?l=thepumpkinland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/2205434913381660686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/2205434913381660686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/2007/07/microdot-sleeve-few-months-back-i-was.html' title='The Smashing Pumpkins'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_of5KKFl8Et4/Rp4qtuHRo1I/AAAAAAAAACw/vt9vASyFUYc/s72-c/Zeitgeist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28864890.post-2655088175674168635</id><published>2007-07-11T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T03:03:13.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZEITGEIST in Stores!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="The Smashing Pumpkins ZEITGEIST Album" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/zeitgeist.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The Smashing Pumpkins ZEITGEIST Album Release&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;July 10, 2007 U.S and Canada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Zeitgeist is The Smashing Pumpkins' official sixth album (excluding Machina II/The Friends &amp;amp; Enemies of Modern Music, freely distributed via the Internet). Zeitgeist was released on July 6, 2007 in certain countries and on July 10, 2007 in the United States and Canada. It is the first studio album The Smashing Pumpkins have released since 2000 when they initially disbanded, and the first new material to be released since two of its original members, vocalist and guitarist Billy Corgan and drummer Jimmy Chamberlin, reunited in 2005.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/sp.gif" border="0" alt="The Smashing Pumpkins Zeitgeist"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="The Smashing Pumpkins" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/spblue.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28864890-2655088175674168635?l=thepumpkinland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/2655088175674168635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/2655088175674168635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/2007/07/zeitgeist.html' title='ZEITGEIST in Stores!!!'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28864890.post-2819792953884484762</id><published>2007-07-10T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T21:01:26.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sin of Jose Luis Miranda’s Illusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.truthcaster.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Ask Bro. Eli... ...The Bible Answers!" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/ask1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The Sin of Jose Luis Miranda’s Illusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jul 9th, 2007 by Bro. Eli&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Bro. Eli,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t concept of sin a misnomer perception in realistic management of social, political administration of the society? Even critical analysis of church practices reflects that from time to time. Is not concept of sin man-made illusion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you opulent joy &amp; prosperity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point to Ponder:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There is no such thing as a self-made man. We are made up of thousands of others.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— George Adams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the family, may discipline overcome indiscipline, peace discord, charity miserliness, devotion arrogance, and the truth-spoken word the false -spoken word. Avesta Yasna 60.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partha Roy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Dear Partha Roy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Illusion is defined in the Encarta dictionary as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. something with deceptive appearance: something that deceives the senses or mind, e.g. by appearing to exist when it does not or appearing to be one thing when it is in fact another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. false idea: a false idea, conception, or belief about somebody or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. deceptive power of appearances: the ability of appearances to deceive the mind and senses, or the capacity of the mind and senses to be deceived by appearances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Bible, illusions are called ‘lying vanities’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Psalms 31:6) &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;“I have hated them that regard lying vanities: but I trust in the LORD.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hebrew word used is ‘shav’, meaning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;shâv’ shav&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shawv, shav&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the same as H7722 in the sense of desolating; evil (as destructive), literally (ruin) or morally (especially guile); figuratively idolatry (as false, subjectively), uselessness (as deceptive, objectively; also adverbially in vain): - false (-ly), lie, lying, vain, vanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strong’s Hebrew and Greek Dictionaries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dictionaries of Hebrew and Greek Words taken from Strong’s Exhaustive Concordance by James Strong, S.T.D., LL.D., 1890.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word ‘apate’ was used in the Greek New Testament to denote the same thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;apatē&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ap-at’-ay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From G538; delusion: - deceit (-ful, -fulness), deceivableness (-ving).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holiness of other people can be called an illusion, but definitely not their sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2 Timothy 3:5) &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;“Having a form of godliness, but denying the power thereof: from such turn away.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are aptly called by Christ the Lord as hypocrites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Matthew 23:27) &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;“Woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! for ye are like unto whited sepulchers, which indeed appear beautiful outward, but are within full of dead men’s bones, and of all uncleanness.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hypocrisy is applying holiness in form, but denying it in heart. This is holiness in illusion; and definitely is a sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone who kills or murders a parent, a wife, or a child which came from his or her own body, say that what he did is illusion? Is it proper to say that he committed an illusion? Do you think that it is okay to murder a wife, a child, or a parent? Are these crimes reality in society or is it as they call it — an illusion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody who will say that it is okay to murder a loving wife is a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ephesians 5:25) &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;“Husbands, love your wives, even as Christ also loved the church, and gave himself for it…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=037HvQ1TyGM"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085234767413311762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_of5KKFl8Et4/RpJiFAci-RI/AAAAAAAAACg/tr97INu_jXw/s320/miranda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The belief of the self-proclaimed Christ, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jose_Luis_de_Jesus_Miranda"&gt;Jose Luis De Jesus Miranda&lt;/a&gt;, leader of the cult “Growing in Grace”, that sin no longer exist is an illusion. Thousands are being deceived by inappropriately citing a verse he do not understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hebrews 9:28) &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;“So Christ was once offered to bear the sins of many; and unto them that look for him shall he appear the second time without sin unto salvation.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This verse was erroneously interpreted. Miranda made it appear that he is Jesus Christ; and because he has come, there is sin no more. But if you are going to look closely at the verse, and carefully consider the context, the “appearing” mentioned will be on Judgment Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hebrews 9:27-28) &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;“And as it is appointed unto men once to die, but after this the judgment: So Christ was once offered to bear the sins of many; and unto them that look for him shall he appear the second time without sin unto salvation.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Christ was seen on earth during His earthly ministry, He bore the sins of those who believed in Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2 Corinthians 5:21) &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;“For he hath made him to be sin for us, who knew no sin; that we might be made the righteousness of God in him.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sins of the believers are the cause of the sufferings of Christ. His death which is due to sinners made their redemption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Isaiah 53:4-5) &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;“Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted. But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, He was seen on the cross, bruised and dead because of sins. When he appears on Judgment Day, sin will not be with Him anymore, but definitely, the sins of the unbelieving will be with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mark 3:29) &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;“But whoever blasphemes against the Holy Spirit never has forgiveness, but is guilty of an eternal sin…”&lt;/span&gt; RSV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Matthew 12:32) &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;“And whosoever speaketh a word against the Son of man, it shall be forgiven him: but whosoever speaketh against the Holy Ghost, it shall not be forgiven him, neither in this world, neither in the world to come.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sins of the unbeliever will not be redeemed and will be with them even in the world to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miranda claims that he is Christ and is come; allegedly, the second coming. But if his people have a little more healthy memories, they should have remembered that once, Miranda claimed that he is a reincarnation of the apostle Paul. Now that he claims to be Christ, is it not a sin to fool the very people extracting money from their pockets to fill yours? It certainly will be unfair for them; and it is a sin that now exist in the group of Miranda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miranda claims that all religious leaders, except him, are liars; but he is the one lying (of course, sinning) to the very people who enriches him. Here is a publication of the Miami Herald, which Miranda can not deny and was broadcast over NBC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The Miami Herald/July 22, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Alexandra Alter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…. In 1988, he announced he was the reincarnation of the Apostle Paul. In 1999, he dubbed himself “the Other,” a spiritual super-being who would pave the way for Christ’s second coming. In 2004, he proclaimed himself to be Jesus Christ and the sole interpreter of the gospel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.rickross.com/reference/creciendo/creciendo3.html"&gt;http://www.rickross.com/reference/creciendo/creciendo3.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/037HvQ1TyGM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/037HvQ1TyGM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sin is very much a reality in Miranda and his group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says that sin is an illusion? The Bible says otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quotation of George Matthew Adams that was cited in your question is socially sound, but is not biblically true. Man is not made by thousand others, or himself. Man is made (and made whole), and being directed into righteousness only by God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Isaiah 41:4) &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;“Who has done such mighty deeds, directing the affairs of the human race as each new generation marches by? It is I, the LORD, the First and the Last. I alone am he.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was not an upright and righteous man who lived on earth (in the past and in the present) who does not rely on the directive power of the Almighty Creator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jeremiah 10:23) &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;“O LORD, I know that the way of man is not in himself: it is not in man that walketh to direct his steps.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every man, to be righteous, needs God’s direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Proverbs 16:9) &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;“A man’s heart deviseth his way: but the LORD directeth his steps.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quotation from the Zoroastrian scriptures that you cited, which I quote hereunder, can not be considered a general truth that can be accepted by someone who has learned the fullness of truth in the Divine Scripture: The Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“May Sraosha (Obedience) conquer disobedience within this house, and may peace triumph over discord here, and generous giving over avarice, reverence over contempt, speech with truthful words over lying utterance. May the Righteous Order gain the victory over the Demon of the Lie. As in this (house) the Bountiful Immortals seek for good Yasnas and good praises from the blessed Sraosha (who governs here), and as they seek for (one) good sacrifice and act of homage (more especially their own) which is a good offering (to them) for (our) salvation, and a good offering in praise, together with a long continued offering of the entire self, (7) let not then (their) brilliant glory ever desert this house, nor the bright abundance, nor an illustrious offspring legitimately born, nor that long continued companionship which is the furtherance of that good blessedness which teaches concerning glory.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While obedience may conquer disobedience and peace over discord, etc, in a particular situation concerning a particular house or person, but it does not apply to humanity in every given instance at all times. In fact, the Bible tells us that evil co-exists with good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ecclesiastes 3:16-17) &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;“And moreover I saw under the sun the place of judgment, that wickedness was there; and the place of righteousness, that iniquity was there. I said in mine heart, God shall judge the righteous and the wicked: for there is a time there for every purpose and for every work.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the reality that we can see, feel, and observe. This is not illusion. Where there is goodness, there is evil; and the existence of both will be the basis for God’s judgment. The evil of the evildoers will satisfy God’s justice unto those who have done good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Romans 2:7-11) &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;“To them who by patient continuance in well doing seek for glory and honor and immortality, eternal life: But unto them that are contentious, and do not obey the truth, but obey unrighteousness, indignation and wrath, Tribulation and anguish, upon every soul of man that doeth evil, of the Jew first, and also of the Gentile; For there is no respect of persons with God.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justice is equity, and everyone must be paid according to what he has done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Psalms 62:12) &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;“Also unto thee, O Lord, belongeth mercy: for thou renderest to every man according to his work.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(John 5:28-29) &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;“Marvel not at this: for the hour is coming, in the which all that are in the graves shall hear his voice, And shall come forth; they that have done good, unto the resurrection of life; and they that have done evil, unto the resurrection of damnation.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May my God enlighten you to discern what illusion is and what is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God Bless You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truthcaster.com"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085235970004154658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_of5KKFl8Et4/RpJjLAci-SI/AAAAAAAAACo/RZOENbqf0sg/s320/bro-eli.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28864890-2819792953884484762?l=thepumpkinland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/2819792953884484762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/2819792953884484762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/2007/07/sin-of-jose-luis-mirandas-illusion.html' title='The Sin of Jose Luis Miranda’s Illusion'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_of5KKFl8Et4/RpJiFAci-RI/AAAAAAAAACg/tr97INu_jXw/s72-c/miranda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28864890.post-1570443648011954458</id><published>2007-07-08T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T00:02:20.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancellara Wins Prologue!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_of5KKFl8Et4/RpJaAQci-PI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ilyPwiZsEMU/s1600-h/TDFprologue2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085225889715910898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_of5KKFl8Et4/RpJaAQci-PI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ilyPwiZsEMU/s320/TDFprologue2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;STAGE 1: July 8, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SWISS TREAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Swiss national Fabien Cancellara smoked the ProTour field at the London prologue of the Tour de France. He and his CSC teammates will look to hold on to the yellow jersey in stage 1 today, a 203-km ride from London to Canterbury.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rainbow Warrior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;CSC's Fabien Cancellara blows the field away to win Tour de France prologue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;By Joe Lindsey&lt;br /&gt;LONDON, July 7, 2007:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Never mind the jitters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest event in cycling kicked off today against a troublesome backdrop: ongoing doping scandals for the sport, and London's most recent brush with terror attacks which, thankfully, caused no casualties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Against that background, racing seemed a trifling matter, perhaps, but hundreds of thousands of spectators nonetheless lined a picturesque 7.9-kilometer route past some of London's most famous landmarks, including Buckingham Palace, to cheer on the racers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With no major favorites heading into the Tour, it was an open question who would win the race's first yellow jersey. The good bets for the fast, technical course were the time trial specialists and, sure enough, CSC's Fabian Cancellara delivered, with a blistering 8:50 time, an average speed of 53.7 kilometers an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancellara, who rolled down the start ramp in the rainbow jersey as reigning world time trial champion, proved the only rider capable of beating Astana's Andreas Kloden, who set his own ridiculously fast time earlier in the day. American George Hincapie (Discovery) was good enough for third place, 23 seconds behind Cancellara's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancellara's victory came despite a frazzled arrival for the Swiss racer, as his luggage got lost and he started the prologue sporting a very un-aerodynamic growth of stubble on his face but, after his win, he could afford to be lighthearted about the missing baggage. "It's not on purpose," he laughed about the beard. "I've got nothing to shave with. All my stuff is in my suitcase, and I hope someone finds it and brings it to me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was supposed to have been a breakout for the British riders - the host country sported not one, but two possible winners, Cofidis' Bradley Wiggins and David Millar of Saunier Duval-Prodir. For Millar, who won a prologue four years ago, it would have been a triumphant return after serving a two-year ban for admitting doping. Both set off to huge cheers from the home crowd, but neither could capitalize on the home road advantage - Millar finishing a disappointing 12th and Wiggins tying Hincapie for third.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the favorites, Kloden and his teammate, Alexandre Vinokourov, were best off on a topsy-turvy day. Elsewhere, it was typically riders who will fill support roles with the best performances for their teams: Hincapie and Vladimir Gusev of Discovery, for example, or Caisse d'Epargne's Vladimir Karpets, in sixth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That should set up a competitive first week as the sprinters vie to get in stage wins, while CSC, who has at best an outside shot at a top-three overall finish with Carlos Sastre, tries to defend Cancellara's jersey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the sprinters, all eyes will be on Robbie McEwen (Davitamon-Lotto) to renew his battle with Quick Step's Tom Boonen. Both will be looking to score a quick win here, especially Boonen, since his 2006 Tour ended ignominiously with a DNF due to knee injury and no stage wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boonen says he feels "a little fresher" than last year and is relaxed. "I just want to ride my bike, have a nice time and win a stage - that's my first objective," he said. They'll face Credit Agricole's Thor Hushovd, the Lampre tandem of Daniele Bennati and Alessandro Ballan, and Milram's Erik Zabel, who is the lone sprinter for his team now that Alessandro Petacchi has been suspended for suspicious result on a doping test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow: The first road stage, a 203-kilometer run from London to Canterbury, evokes Chaucer's classic medieval tale of a group of pilgrims journeying to Canterbury Cathedral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Factfile on Fabian Cancellara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date of Birth: March 18, 1981&lt;br /&gt;Place of Birth: Berne&lt;br /&gt;Nationality: Swiss&lt;br /&gt;Height: 185cm&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 80kg&lt;br /&gt;Teams: Mapei (2001-2002), Fassa Bortolo (2003-2005), CSC (since 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tour de France record&lt;br /&gt;Appearances: 4&lt;br /&gt;Stage wins: 2 (2004, 2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28864890-1570443648011954458?l=thepumpkinland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/1570443648011954458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/1570443648011954458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/2007/07/cancellara-wins-prologue.html' title='Cancellara Wins Prologue!'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_of5KKFl8Et4/RpJaAQci-PI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ilyPwiZsEMU/s72-c/TDFprologue2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28864890.post-3708124816448029311</id><published>2007-07-04T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T23:26:51.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And The Tour Begins!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_of5KKFl8Et4/RpEEbQci-NI/AAAAAAAAACA/Jm64VdmDyKs/s1600-h/tdf070706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084850320595679442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_of5KKFl8Et4/RpEEbQci-NI/AAAAAAAAACA/Jm64VdmDyKs/s320/tdf070706.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND THE TOUR BEGINS.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By James Startt, European Associate to Bicycling&lt;br /&gt;London, July 3, 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With the prologue of the 2007 Tour de France making a historic start in London, James Startt takes a look at the history of the sport, racing, and cycling's oldest club in the U.K. in the Roots of British Cycling. With the Tour de France's historic start in London, James Startt looks at the longstanding tradition of bike racing in England, and the anticipation for the sport's homecoming on July 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 387px; HEIGHT: 237px" height="433" alt="Mick Jagger" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/mickpic01.jpg" width="692" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A young and brash looking Mick Jagger helped refuel the popularity of the sport of cycling in the 1960s.&lt;br /&gt;For some, a select few, this year's Tour de France, with its historic start in London, is a sort of coming home. The argument can be made that the origins of cycling, after all, are as much British as they are French. The first bicycle, as well as the first clubs and races developed and evolved in the late 19th century in England as they did in France.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then a strange ruling at the turn of the century forbid mass-start races in England, forever changing the face of British cycling. Cycling didn't die, but it was forced underground, at the same time that the sport flourished in the mainstream on the continent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This underground movement did foster two long-standing traditions in Britain, however, traditions that in no small way made their way to the continent as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_of5KKFl8Et4/RpEAJAci-KI/AAAAAAAAABo/8Piw-UXXqKU/s1600-h/pickwickparty.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084845609016555682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_of5KKFl8Et4/RpEAJAci-KI/AAAAAAAAABo/8Piw-UXXqKU/s320/pickwickparty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With mass-start racing forbidden, clubs organized time trials, since it was impossible for authorities to accuse individual riders from racing. And since the majority of these races were held in the early morning or evening hours, in an effort to avoid any legal hassles, riders wore black attempting to further camouflage their efforts in the low light, hence the sports long-standing tradition with black shorts.&lt;br /&gt;Stan Rose, aka "Joe The Fat Boy" is pictured on the left with some of his associates from the Pickwick Bicycle Club, the oldest in existence.&lt;br /&gt;"Traditionally it's been very hard to organize bike races, so to see the magnitude of the Tour de France is going to be huge," says Stan Rose, one of the upstanding members of the Pickwick Bicycle Club, that pride's itself on being the world's oldest bicycle club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officially formed in 1870, the club also prides itself on being the oldest club or society devoted to writer Charles Dickens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? Dickens was a cycling fan? "No," explains Rose, "but the six founders were looking for a name and that year Charles Dickens died, so they named the club after one of his books, 'The Pickwick Papers.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay simple enough. But the cycling-literary plot thickens. To this day the club is limited to roughly 200 members, and each one is awarded a name from the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose is actually known as "Joe the Fat Boy," a nickname he admits is "very appropriate." And today, the organization is actually much more society than cycling club, a very British twist to sport indeed. Regardless, they have no racing team and members are not obliged to be cyclists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead they have two social outings per year where they wear straw hats, sing songs and in general have a jolly good time. They remember fondly when former Tour de France director and Dixieland Jazz fan Jean-Marie Leblanc visited one outing and led them all in a very merry rendition of "When the Saints Go Marching In," on the clarinet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also use these events to raise money for various and sundry cycling-related causes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With membership limited to the names of characters in the Pickwick Papers, there is a long waiting list to join. "I thought I was going to be dead by the time I got in," Dave "Welps" Taylor says of his 10-year wait to join. Taylor, a life-long racer, also stands out one of the club's active cyclists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But while British cycling maintained a certain underground aspect, in the 1960's it also fostered a certain rock-star profile, as at least two of the country's most prominent musicians, Mick Jagger and Eric Clapton have both been active cyclists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_of5KKFl8Et4/RpEANAci-LI/AAAAAAAAABw/vQekHyyUxK4/s1600-h/condor.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084845677736032434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_of5KKFl8Et4/RpEANAci-LI/AAAAAAAAABw/vQekHyyUxK4/s320/condor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Condor Bikes have sponsored local teams and racers for more than 60 years.&lt;br /&gt;"Eric just ordered two new bikes last week," said Grant Young, "he's always followed the sport." Young took over Condor Bikes from his father Monty. For 60 year's now they have built bikes, sponsored teams and run one of the most prestigious shops in London, not to mention being the unofficial cycling sponsor to stars and royalty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the real boom in British racing had to wait until the 1990's, when the British cycling federation was awarded large grants from the British lottery system allowing them to build one of the top track programs in the world today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Back in my day we were all just a bunch of scruffs," Taylor recounts. "But after Chris Boardman won the Olympic Gold (in the pursuit race) in the 1992 Olympics, the British Lottery really got behind cycling, investing up to three million pounds per year."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With England's longstanding tradition in time trialing it is understandable that the federation opted to invest primarily in track racing, but a grass roots road program is also already underway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modern England is nothing if it is not a county mired in traffic jams. Too many cars in too small of a country, has a way of fostering this contemporary quandary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bicycle road racing, never a priority here, hence was forced to look for other options. Their answer-closed circuit racing-bike racing on an actual road, with hills and turns, reserved exclusively for cyclists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The oldest of such circuits was the Eastway Park circuit on eastern side of London, although today it has been closed to make way for London's Olympic village. But in the western suburbs, the Hillingdon circuit actively runs races at least six nights a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_of5KKFl8Et4/RpEAQAci-MI/AAAAAAAAAB4/X9KjaCzft_c/s1600-h/kidscycling.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084845729275640002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_of5KKFl8Et4/RpEAQAci-MI/AAAAAAAAAB4/X9KjaCzft_c/s320/kidscycling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Closed circuit races provide a safe and competitive format for children to learn the ropes of bike racing. Young racers line up for the start of the legendary Hillingdon race in Reading.&lt;br /&gt;Starting with six-year olds and including veterans, the different race series allow children to learn the ropes of competitive cycling in a safe environment, or for aging riders to stay in shape. And now several other cycling circuits are sprouting up around the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They're the nursery, almost literally," says Stuart Benstead, chairman of the Archer Road Club and organizer of the Tuesday night race serious. "It's the answer to how we can have racing in this country with all the traffic problems. They're safe, they're practical and they're economical. This is where kids learn drafting, pace lining, sprinting. This is wear the federation does its scouting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most prominent product of this system is Cofidis rider Bradley Wiggins, a Londoner that grew up racing at Hillingdon as well as the nearby track in Reading. This Saturday he is one of the heavy favorites in the Tour's opening prologue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's an exciting time to be involved in British cycling," say Benstead and who's convinced that the Tour, as well as the London Olympics in 2012, will encourage British success in the sport even more. "We'd actually have to do something to get it wrong for the progress not to continue. But most importantly the British have finally started to believe that they can actually win something."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28864890-3708124816448029311?l=thepumpkinland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/3708124816448029311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/3708124816448029311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-thwe-tour-begins.html' title='And The Tour Begins!'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_of5KKFl8Et4/RpEEbQci-NI/AAAAAAAAACA/Jm64VdmDyKs/s72-c/tdf070706.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28864890.post-2353394959854017404</id><published>2007-06-30T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T13:10:12.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Guitar Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="The Guitar Woman" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/TheGuitarWoman.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Guitar Woman.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nice picture I grabbed from "The Guitar Woman." Who is she? She's good in arts and crafts. She's into music too. Her Friendster layout was great. Her Multiply Site bursting a million colors. She's a BS Electronics and Communication Engineering student. She loves pictures, making arts out of them. She's good in experimenting behind the lens. &lt;a href="http://myid.eskwela.com/21459"&gt;Her Eskwela ID's here.&lt;/a&gt; You can see her on carousel of smiles sidebar. She looks good just by holding an acoustic guitar. And you can also visit her site on drafting behind sidebar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Few of her lines...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ffff;"&gt;"I am a commuter, not between the city and the village, although I do this quite frequently; not between the inane idealism of the classroom and the stifling reality beyond it, which I must do for survival and self-respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a commuter between what I am and what I was and what would like to be and it is this commuting at lightning speed, at the oddest hours, that has done havoc to me.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And her signature line is:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Toinxs!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember some months ago, I wrote some nice stuffs about her in this blogsite, and here I go again. We had some Hi's and Hello's through our celfons a few months back. I know she looks good behind a digital camera, all those crisp and hues blend into a great shot like what we are seeing here. But you know what? I really don't know her(laughs!). I mean, not personally, but that's the beauty of profiling someone you really don't know. You can tell all the beautiful things. But somehow, in a way, we know each other. Finally, she's Analyn but I call her Celine and she's beautiful!&lt;/strong&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/28864890-2353394959854017404?l=thepumpkinland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/2353394959854017404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/2353394959854017404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/2007/06/guitar-woman.html' title='The Guitar Woman'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28864890.post-2395977341472331061</id><published>2007-06-28T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T13:50:43.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One to Zero</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/Push-ups.gif" border="0" alt="Push-ups"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One to Zero.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Microdot Sleeve: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally, I grab a few minutes to write this. This is not about numbers but some memories of the past, and new happenings, a ringing in the ear I guess.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Dalton Trumbo's Johnny Got His Gun" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/trumbo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;A few months back, I was into researching of some stuffs, music stuffs of some sorts, and I happened to stumbled an old video of Metallica's "One." I remember having a book back in the 90's from which the song "One" was taken. The book was called "Johnny Got His Gun", written in 1938 (published 1939) by American novelist and screenwriter Dalton Trumbo. An anti-war novel about a soldier hit by a landmine, ended up having only a living brain. The explosion took his eyes, speech, hearing, legs, arms, except his brain. I remember in one of the pages, a nurse was trying to talk to him by writing letters using her finger on his chest. That book took the spine out of me. It's kinda real like nowadays, it's like watching the news. Here goes "One."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SKaw-QDsOJ0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SKaw-QDsOJ0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zero.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Smashing Pumpkins - Paris, France May 22, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The Smashing Pumpkins return!!! This is the first of many official videos giving a glimpse at the return of this quintessential band to the alternative music world. Set to the song "Tarantula", which will appear on their forthcoming album "Zeitgeist" in stores July 10th, 2007. Filmed in Paris, France at the Grand Rex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wY8hPan6uuM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wY8hPan6uuM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28864890-2395977341472331061?l=thepumpkinland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/2395977341472331061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/2395977341472331061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-to-zero.html' title='One to Zero'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28864890.post-5580972340778931876</id><published>2007-04-20T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T19:59:06.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melon Amoy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Nose Wipe" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/arg-nosewipe-rev.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melon amoy.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hmmmm!!!&lt;br /&gt;Malakas ba ang pang-amoy mo?&lt;br /&gt;Noong bata pa ako, kapag nagbabakasyon kami sa probinsya, may isang amoy na pamilyar sa akin.....&lt;br /&gt;Amoy pinipig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsang hindi ako nagbisikleta, naipit ang sinasakyan kong jeep sa trapik. May ginagawa palang tulay sa di kalayuan.&lt;br /&gt;Tulay na matagal ng sira ngunit ngayon lang ginagawa.&lt;br /&gt;Muli, ginamit ko ang aking pang-amoy ngunit hindi sa pamamagitan ng ilong kundi sa pamamagitan ng mata at tenga. Malabo ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amoy ng papalapit na Election:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Maraming give-aways.&lt;br /&gt;2. Tambak ang tinatahing basketball uniforms (lalo kapag tumapat ito ng summer, tulad ngayon.)&lt;br /&gt;3. Tambak din ang ginagawang basketball tropies.&lt;br /&gt;4. Maraming bola (may tumatalbog, may pumapasok sa tenga.) Karamihan ng mga kanto at kalsada may entablado, maraming palabas na puno ng tao.&lt;br /&gt;5. Tulay na matagal ng sira, ngayon lang ginagawa.&lt;br /&gt;6. Matinong kalsada, biglang nasisira.&lt;br /&gt;7. Gawa dito, gawa doon, bangketa etc. at marami pang iba.&lt;br /&gt;8. Maraming nagkalat na papel (papel ng pulitiko at papel na ginagamit ng pulitiko gaya ng poster.)&lt;br /&gt;9. Maraming palabas na "LIVE" (hostage taking/rescue, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;10. Maraming ambush (interview/at ng naka-motorsiklo.)&lt;br /&gt;11. Maraming nagba-buy and sell (ng boto para sa darating na Mayo.)&lt;br /&gt;12. Ibat-ibang gimik magmula sa isang tugtugin hanggang sa sayawin. Magmula sa sinasabit (na poster maging sa anomalya,) hanggang sa dinidikit at nakikidikit (tiyuhin niya si ganito at si ganoon.)&lt;br /&gt;13. Kung napapanis lang ang kamay gaya ng laway, marami ng napanis na kamay, sa kakakamay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm!!!&lt;br /&gt;ang mga sahog ng luto sa Election, mga sangkap na pinaghalo-halo ng tagapagluto (pulitiko at mga galamay nito) sa kaldero na kung tawagin ay plataporma na bago pa man isalang sa apoy ng nasusunog nilang pera, naaamoy mo na.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Malakas ba ang pang-amoy mo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28864890-5580972340778931876?l=thepumpkinland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/5580972340778931876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/5580972340778931876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/2007/04/melon-amoy.html' title='Melon Amoy!'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28864890.post-8374567158775322022</id><published>2007-04-17T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T20:48:47.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Smashing Pumpkins Schedule</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_of5KKFl8Et4/Ri7ng5C_yAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8FTtTNnbc8k/s1600-h/TSP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057233983838865410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="The Smashing Pumpkins 'Zeitgeist'" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_of5KKFl8Et4/Ri7ng5C_yAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8FTtTNnbc8k/s400/TSP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;THE SMASHING PUMPKINS ANNOUNCE FIRST SHOW SINCE 2000 AT THE HISTORIC GRAND REX IN PARIS.&lt;br /&gt;BAND TO UNVEIL SONGS FROM UPCOMING ALBUM 'ZEITGEIST.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SMASHING PUMPKINS are excited to announce their first live performance since December 2, 2000 - a very special and intimate theater show to take place May 22 in Paris, France at the historic and elegantly appointed Grand Rex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This marks the first time The Smashing Pumpkins will unveil songs from the upcoming ZEITGEIST (Martha's Music/Reprise), their sixth album and first of new material since 2000's Machina/The Machines of God and the free, digital-only release Machina II/The Friends &amp; Enemies of Modern Music. ZEITGEIST was produced by Billy Corgan and Jimmy Chamberlin, with Roy Thomas Baker and Terry Date working separately on various tracks, and represents the culmination of two years of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Paris show, The Smashing Pumpkins will headline major European festivals from May 28 at Holland’s Pinkpop festival through June 17 at Switzerland’s Greenfield Festival, returning to England August 24 (Leeds Festival) and August 26 (Reading Festival). Stay tuned for more information about North American tour dates beyond the V Festivals confirmed in Washington, DC (August 5) and Toronto, ONT (September 8).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Here are the initial tour dates:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;May 22 2007 8:00P Grand Rex Paris&lt;br /&gt;May 26 2007 8:00P Ancienne Belgique Brussels&lt;br /&gt;May 28 2007 8:00P Pinkpop Festival Megaland, Landgraaf&lt;br /&gt;May 31 2007 8:00P Primavera Sound Barcelona&lt;br /&gt;Jun 2 2007 8:00P Rock Am Ring Festival Nürburgring&lt;br /&gt;Jun 3 2007 8:00P Rock Im Park Festival Nürnberg&lt;br /&gt;Jun 9 2007 8:00P Lisbon Festival Lisbon&lt;br /&gt;Jun 12 2007 8:00P Las Ventas Festival Madrid, Madrid&lt;br /&gt;Jun 15 2007 8:00P Nova Rock Festival Nickelsdorf&lt;br /&gt;Jun 16 2007 8:00P Heineken Fetsival Venice&lt;br /&gt;Jun 17 2007 8:00P Greenfields Festival Interlaken&lt;br /&gt;Jul 7 2007 8:00P Live Earth East Rutherford, New Jersey&lt;br /&gt;Aug 24 2007 8:00P Leeds Festival Leeds&lt;br /&gt;Aug 26 2007 8:00P Reading Festival Reading&lt;br /&gt;Sep 8 2007 8:00P Osheaga Music &amp;amp; Arts Festival Montreal, Quebec&lt;br /&gt;Sep 9 2007 1:00P Virgin Festival Toronto, Ontario&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="D'Arcy Wretzky" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/dwretzky.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Still unknown is whether D'arcy Wretzky is part of the Smashing Pumpkins reunion. She have not yet commented on the matter and Billy Corgan has also remained silent about it. What is known is that the new album is being produced by Roy Thomas Baker, who produced many of Queen's albums, including A Night at the Opera. They have also enlisted help from producer Terry Date, who has worked with Deftones, Pantera, and Soundgarden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_of5KKFl8Et4/RjWLz5C_yBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/j79yoQKPNMc/s1600-h/james.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059103480023599122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="James Iha" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_of5KKFl8Et4/RjWLz5C_yBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/j79yoQKPNMc/s400/james.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Exclusive from Rollingstone.com:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Iha Speaks Out Regarding His Involvement in Pumpkins Reunion:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We recently spoke with iconic Smashing Pumpkins guitarist James Iha, who has been graciously going about his business while his former bandmates schedule summer tour dates and discuss the details of their new record. It has never been totally clear which members of the original Pumpkins lineup would be involved in this much-gossiped about reunion tour and new album and now Iha assures us that he will absolutely not be part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I'm not part of the current Smashing Pumpkins album or tour, I haven't spoken to Billy in years. I'm writing for a solo record, which I'm going to record this year, and working on my indie label Scratchie Records," says Iha, referring to the label he co-founded in 2002 with Fountains of Wayne’s Adam Schelsininger. Scratchie has put out albums by Albert Hammond Jr. and The Sounds, among others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="The Smashing Pumpkins" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/membersunknown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28864890-8374567158775322022?l=thepumpkinland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/8374567158775322022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/8374567158775322022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/2007/04/smashing-pumpkins-schedule.html' title='The Smashing Pumpkins Schedule'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_of5KKFl8Et4/Ri7ng5C_yAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8FTtTNnbc8k/s72-c/TSP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28864890.post-935744737374530420</id><published>2007-04-16T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T23:10:00.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tsinelas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 380px; HEIGHT: 280px" alt="Tsinelas" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/tsinelas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tsinelas.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isang uri ng panyapak. Proteksyon sa paa. Nitong Abril 4, 5, at 6, maraming tao ang hinubad ang kanilang tsinelas dahil sa paniniwalang maaalis kung hindi man lahat ay mababawasan ang kanilang mga kasalanan na wala naman sa biblia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya naman matapos sugatan ang kanilang mga sarili, naglakad ng malayo habang nakayapak na kung tawagin nila'y penitensya, balik ulit sila sa dati. Inuman, lasingan, sugal, babae, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taon-taon, maraming nagpapapako sa krus. Mayroon pa nga babae. Tama ba na sila'y magkristo-kristuhan? Papano kung babae? Krista? Pwede ba yun na kalahati ay ang Panginoong Hesukristo at ang kalahati ay judio? 50/50 kumbaga? Ang nakakalungkot, krus ang simbolo ng kanilang paniniwala, na krus din naman ang pinampatay sa Panginoong Hesukristo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagpapako sa krus ang CAPITAL PUNISHMENT ng EMPERIO ROMANO noong panahon ng ating Panginoong Hesukristo. Gaya ngayon, na kung hindi tinanggal ang parusang bitay, SILYA ELEKTRIKA o kaya'y LETHAL INJECTION ang capital punishment ng Pilipinas. Papano na lang kung noong araw ay silya elektrika o lethal injection na ang capital punishment ng mga Romano? Lalabas, may silya o kaya syringe sa mga altar. Biro mo, ginawa kasing simbolo ng pananampalataya ang pinampatay sa Panginoong Hesukristo, na ito rin ang inilalagay sa mga altar na dinadalanginan at ginagamit sa iba't-ibang ritwal ng mga tao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At nito ngang Abril 4, 5, at 6, madaming tao ang sinugatan ang sarili, nagpapalo, nagpapako. At kung silya elektrika o lethal injection nga ang capital punishment noong araw, eh di pagkatapos paluin at sugatan ng mga tao ang kanilang mga sarili sa pagpipinitensya, tuturukan sila ng syringe sa bandang huli bilang finale? O kaya, uupo sa upuang may kuryente?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/ElectricChair.gif" border="0" alt="Electric Chair"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ang nakapagtataka pa, bakit ang "PASKO" na kapanganakan daw kuno ng Panginoong Hesukristo eh ipinagdiriwang ng Dec. 25 pero taon-taon, iba-iba ang araw na pinapatakan niyon, minsan Lunes, minsan Martes, minsan Sabado. Pero bakit ang kamatayan Niya, laging Byernes? Kung minsan pumapatak iyon sa buwan ng Abril(gaya ngayon), minsan naman buwan ng Marso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakalungkot isipin na maraming tao ang napaniwala ng mga maling paniniwala.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BW6j4NgwNOI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BW6j4NgwNOI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28864890-935744737374530420?l=thepumpkinland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/935744737374530420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/935744737374530420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/2007/04/tsinelas.html' title='Tsinelas'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28864890.post-116651044696114775</id><published>2006-12-19T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T21:31:20.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A room with a view</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 408px; HEIGHT: 320px" height="332" alt="Window View" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/window.jpg" width="428" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;A room with a view.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;microdot sleeve:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;A room with a view is a Korean brand of stationery which I usually use in the old days when writing love letters and stuffs. And it comes in different colors like red, beige, black, blue, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paano na lang kaya sa susunod na eleksyon? Ngayon pa lang magulo na. May ambush, may sumabog na kotse ng Cong., sigawan ng mga Cong., banta sa buhay ng Cong., banta na rally ng Cong., Cha-Chang urong sulong na pilit sinasayaw ng mga Cong. Mga mukhang King Kong. Sa nagdaang mga araw, bukod sa mga pangyayari sa Bicol region, kung anu-ano ang nakita ng aking mga mata. Gaya ng titulo ng sulat na ito, parang nasa loob ako ng kwartong tinutukoy habang natatanaw sa bintana ang kaliwa't kanang nangyayari sa labas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan may lumapit, may lumapit sa amin ni sanpit, sampaguita ang kanyang tinda, isang batang gustong makauwi na. Naalala ko ang mga nagsigawang Congresista. Kung paanong yun poste sa may kanto, nakasandal sa kanya mga basura ng tao, ganun pa rin sa gobyerno, walang pagbabago. Kung paanong dun sa may lubak, maraming batang hubo't hubad na umiiyak at nakayapak, ganun pa rin sa gobyerno, walang pagbabago. "Ang tunay na mukha ng bayan mo," sabi nga ng isang kanta, maiiyak ka. Mga progress fairs at sweet conspiracies ng mga Pulitiko ang gigising ng umaga mo. Mga balitang kung minsan ay ayaw mo ng pakinggan. Maraming dapat gawin, maraming dapat tiisin. Lately, may mga nakipagkaibigan, sa dami nila, wala akong maalala, maliban sa isa, at siya'y si Katrina. Kung tawagin ng friends Quamie, studying psychology. Mula sa kwento ng kanyang mga alaala, naisulat ko ang ganitong istorya. Istorya ng mga munting alaala. Sa labas ng bintana, patuloy ang pakikipagbaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa Biyernes na darating PBK na namin. Masarap ang pakiramdam lalo't iyong alam na matapos mo itong makitang lahat, ika'y magpapasalamat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Pasalamat po sa lahat ng mga Kapatid!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan sa aking pag-iisa, narinig ko sa kabilang kwarto ang awiting ito na tungkol sa isang silid ng alaala, isang silid na puno ng sugat at halakhak, isang silid sa ating pagkatao na minsa'y naging marumi at ngayo'y nililinis..... Ang ating puso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Bv8ezclT6s"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Bv8ezclT6s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28864890-116651044696114775?l=thepumpkinland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/116651044696114775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/116651044696114775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/2006/12/room-with-view.html' title='A room with a view'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28864890.post-116496936903755561</id><published>2006-12-01T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T20:23:06.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brainfreeze</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brainfreeze.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Microdot Sleeve:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't want this rant to put on hold or leave it on the hanging because I am having some brainfreeze lately. Anyway, here goes the past few days.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am experiencing mindblackout lately I guess due to my hectic schedules like duties, cousins, etc. About a few days back, I've asked Doll to help me and motivate me or somethin' so I can go back on the table and write. But she have problems that time, so no dice. Then I've decided to watch an old VCD movie "Elizabethtown." There were lots of rock and roll music included on that film. It's a good one and it's becoming my favorite. Anyway, I've done a lot of fumbling on my celfon recently like downloading real java applications(I said "real" because I can really use the application to help me on a lot of things regarding on my writings) and some nice graphics and animations. It reminds me of my Ferrari days when my celfon back then had a lot of stuffs regarding Ferraris. I was also asked by Miss Spain to make a blogsite for her and I said I'll try. Yesterday, I've discovered some nice skins or layouts which I can use. Maybe I'll make another blogsite for myself. Something different from this one. Lots of plans.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's a song by a Canadian alternative rock band OLP or Our Lady Peace set on a "Torque" movie clip. Off their 2002 "Gravity" album here's "All For You" plus a bonus video "Not Enough" also from the same album, a video dedicated to Dragon Ball Z's "Goku" fans.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Gravity Vinyl" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/olpgravity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All For You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our Lady Peace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A suburban man at my door&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t think I’ll let him in&lt;br /&gt;He wants discipline&lt;br /&gt;Discipline, control over the way I live&lt;br /&gt;Wants the best for me&lt;br /&gt;An old school philosophy&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t turn my back on him&lt;br /&gt;He’s a part of me&lt;br /&gt;Buy me anything but I just need a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s all for you&lt;br /&gt;You got me where you want&lt;br /&gt;It’s all for you, oh&lt;br /&gt;Just stop breaking my heart&lt;br /&gt;You’re the blood of a seed and its all that I need&lt;br /&gt;Got me where you want&lt;br /&gt;It’s all for you, oh&lt;br /&gt;You got me, oh, you got me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Kerouac K-K-K-Kerouac&lt;br /&gt;On the road and in my head&lt;br /&gt;And the irrelevance (or I need relevance), intelligence&lt;br /&gt;A new tattoo a lot more sex&lt;br /&gt;Broken families&lt;br /&gt;A new enemy&lt;br /&gt;And you will not make up for this&lt;br /&gt;This suburban man he wants discipline&lt;br /&gt;But I just need a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s all for you&lt;br /&gt;You got me where you want&lt;br /&gt;It’s all for you&lt;br /&gt;Just stop breaking my heart&lt;br /&gt;You’re the blood of a seed and its all that I need&lt;br /&gt;Got me where you want&lt;br /&gt;It’s all for you&lt;br /&gt;You got me, oh, you got me where you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;Oh, leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So never run&lt;br /&gt;You got me where you want&lt;br /&gt;All for you, stop breaking my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got me where you want&lt;br /&gt;Its all for you, oh&lt;br /&gt;Stop breaking my, stop breaking my heart&lt;br /&gt;You’re the blood of a seed and its that I need&lt;br /&gt;Got me where you want&lt;br /&gt;Its all for you, oh&lt;br /&gt;Cause you got me, oh, you got me where you want&lt;br /&gt;It’s all for you&lt;br /&gt;Oh Just stop breaking my, stop breaking my heart&lt;br /&gt;It’s all for you, oh&lt;br /&gt;Got me, got me where you want&lt;br /&gt;It’s all for you&lt;br /&gt;My heart&lt;br /&gt;It’s all for you, oh&lt;br /&gt;You got me oh, you got me where you want&lt;br /&gt;Leave me alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hrD7Yr-9VRc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hrD7Yr-9VRc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XsQF_sq2jOI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XsQF_sq2jOI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28864890-116496936903755561?l=thepumpkinland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/116496936903755561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/116496936903755561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/2006/12/brainfreeze.html' title='Brainfreeze'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28864890.post-116438623785254056</id><published>2006-11-24T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T13:08:45.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A.F.P.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A.F.P. (Ang Friend ni Pinsan)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Microdot Sleeve:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The title has nothing to do with the AFP or Armed Forces of The Philippines(well, partly I guess), but you know, playing with words. Actually, I got the idea from a pair of rubber shoes(shoes supplied to military cadets) which my cousin's bestfriend(a military nurse from Fort Bonifacio) are wearing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, I hope the people captured in the photoflix are enjoying this. They are my Families and along with Miss Spain(our cousin), using her CASIO EXILIM Digital Camera, they're having the best days of their lives as shown on this photos. I played around with the images in RockYou and here's the beautiful result(I guess).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=45073772&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  salign="lt" width="341" height="256" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;/embed&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/28864890-116438623785254056?l=thepumpkinland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/116438623785254056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/116438623785254056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/2006/11/afp.html' title='A.F.P.'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28864890.post-116408180862959528</id><published>2006-11-21T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T19:02:46.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Posers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Punk baby" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/punkbaby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Posers.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Microdot Sleeve:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's a Poser? A poser is someone who tries to fit into a profile they aren't. People who try to give off the impression that they are one thing when they are really another. Also, a poser can be one who says they can do something that they can't. Or more commonly, a poser is someone who, when doing something successfully, takes more than enough credit for it. A poser is a girl/guy who listens to a certain type of music or dresses a certain way to impress people or to fit into a certain crowd. often times people get mixed up with those who are posers and those who are not. If you go out buy a sk8r-boi sweatshirt and a skateboard and go out on the town and ride around and some one shouts out, "Hey poser!" Are you one? NO! Come on people..you went out and bought the skateboard so you could...erm GET BETTER! Seriously how are you ever going to become a skateboarder if you dont practice and get better? *cough exactly* now in a different situation. Lets say you go out buy a skateboard...by the way you dont even know the brand of the board and you go out with your friends and just sit there while they do their little skateboarding tricks ... so basically you are just there to look cool..then are you a poser. Yah? Yes! A poser is someone who says that they are a punk because they have a CKY cd and a Ramones shirt, and dont even like the cd, and have never heard a song by the Ramones, The Clash, Sex Pistols, or real punk music. most have liberty spiked hair or a "fohawk", and listen to Good Charlotte, Simple Plan, and Avril Lavinge, or songs about relationships(and ending them, and how bad it hurts.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For over a week while gathering materials for this rants, I saved a lot of stories to tell. Things that triggers the memories of the past to come back. Music and stuffs, rhythms and riffs while brushing acoustic guitar necks, crossing over between frets of strings playing power chords. But first off, I have a celfon now courtesy of Miss Spain and become a total tour guide for her. Anyway, she bought herself an iPod speaker, an acoustic guitar, and lots of personals. One time she asked me, "I wanted to buy a new celfon. Can you give me a reason why I should buy that?(pointing to a 3G model.) So I said the this and the that, but I'm wonderin' why she didn't purchase it up to now. She had a card which she can slide though. Hmmmm!! Anyway, yesterday we went to a tribal shop at Megamall and got stucked for a few minutes on incubhab's Incubus on the shop's flat screen monitor. After some few more buys, we headed straight to Fort Bonifacio and met with her best friend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Dateline Philippines)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, here's a rant which metalheads will likely agree because it happened during the metal era in the late 80's and early 90's. An era when metal music and dirty rap was kinda mixed up. A mixed up which started in hair styles like one length as they've called it and ends up in T-shirt wearing ignorance. It makes me sad whenever I remember those days. Metal music was kinda raped and abused in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the late 80's to the early 90's here in the Philippines, metal music was very much into its peak. Metallica, Slayer, Megadeth, Anthrax, Pantera, Testament, Metal Church, Death Angel, etc. are some of the bands who made it in the ears of Filipino metalheads. Then the haircut called one length (a first step on growing long hairs) which flies-away became the trend. A haircut style which metalheads are known. Then comes the dirty rap and ride with the hairstyle. The sad thing was, you can never differentiate between people listening to metal music and dirty rap in those days because of the same hairstyles. Two different music listeners in two different types of music but the same hairstyle. It's like everybody have the same hairstylist when you look at them from behind. Then I remember one time, I've seen some kids and even adults wearing Pantera's black "Vulgar" T-shirt. Then I thought, do they know what's that image on their shirt they're wearing? Or, do they have any slight idea what's a Pantera music sounds like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of people goes with the trend but they don't even have any idea on what it is all about. Here's what, watch this videos and ask yourself, "Will I ever wear a shirt with images of this band?" Personally speaking, "I will!" Why? Because they were the best hard rockin' band of the 90's. Here's Pantera on "I'm Broken" (I was cranking this on a guitar many years ago.) Plus a bonus video of "Becoming" with Far Beyond Driven album still image. Listen closely on the guitar riffs and you will hear a cat being kicked on the butt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Far Beyond Driven Vinyl" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/farbeyond.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm Broken&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pantera&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wonder if we'll smile in our coffins while loved ones&lt;br /&gt;Mourn the day, the absence of our faces, living, laughing,&lt;br /&gt;Eyes awake. Is this too much for them to take?&lt;br /&gt;Too young for ones conclusion, the lifestyle won.&lt;br /&gt;Such values you taught your son. That's how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me now. I'm broken.&lt;br /&gt;Inherit my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day we all will die, a cliched fact of life. Force fed&lt;br /&gt;To make us heed. Inbred to sponge our bleed. Every&lt;br /&gt;Warning, a leaking rubber, a poison apple for mingled&lt;br /&gt;Blood. Too young for ones delusion the lifestyle cost&lt;br /&gt;Venereal Mother embrace the los$. That's how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at you now. You're broken&lt;br /&gt;Inherit your life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Flfba8djLDM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Flfba8djLDM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a2x8gmBOoxM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a2x8gmBOoxM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28864890-116408180862959528?l=thepumpkinland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/116408180862959528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/116408180862959528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/2006/11/posers.html' title='Posers'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28864890.post-116313673376635350</id><published>2006-11-09T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T16:24:29.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dimebag Darrell Guitar Lessons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 334px; HEIGHT: 401px" height="474" alt="Blackjack" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/blackjack.jpg" width="388" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blackjack.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's been quite sometime since I've written something like this. I guess I'm back on the table writing stuffs about music and memories. Anyway, Miss Spain is here. I've fetched her yesterday afternoon at the airport. Actually, she's a cousin of mine who once made it as Miss Spain in kindergarten. What, you thought I was talking about the real thing like "Miss Spain or somethin'?" Nah! So, yesterday was great. A lot of stories were spilled on the table. I was asked, "Why are men in cycling wearing tights or cycling shorts which look like tights?" I said, "It's about aerodynamics. You cheat the wind while wearing body-fit clothes." Perhaps Miss Spain will stay for over a month and we're all glad that she's here because we miss her so much. Now what? D'you mean pasalubong? Okey, I got 2 baseball caps, cycling gloves, and some sweets and energy bars. My ears heard something on her iPOD though. Maybe I'll go and have a look for some materials about that matter and write it here in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this had been on the hanging for quite sometime now. The subject which I'm going to tell ended up on this blogsite's obituary sidebar panel not because he is dead, but because he's one of the many reasons why some kids listening to Pantera in the 90's picks up a guitar and form a band, because he revolutionized guitar playing techniques, because he made heavy metal real heavy, because many years ago, I was very much into his works, because bending strings and wearing a red goatie beard is cool---very cool, because when I was in the south in '97 and life back then was much better (financially) than today---I was on the verge of buying a "Dimebolt" Washburn Guitar (with a flash of lightning up front of course, but I've change my mind) along with a Pignose amp, because I once had many tabs of his guitar riffs, because his contributions (like guitar lessons) to every major guitar magazines was awesome, because he once made "Becoming" sounding like there is a cat being kicked on the butt, because I love playing "I'm Broken" on a guitar, because "Hostile" and its main riffs in a very fast rhythm sounds like the guitar is kinda broken. because Aris is reading this many reasons, because I can make this very long but stop here actually. Here's the late great Dimebag Darrell (showing some guitar lessons on harmonic squeals, one of his guitar trademark techniques) who died from a shooting spree incident in 2004 during a Damageplan (his side project) concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;microdot sleeve:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Why the title? Blackjack is a Washburn Guitar Dimebag Darrell Signature Series. I could have use "Dimeslime" or "Dimebolt" (both from that series too) for the title but I declined to do so. Or that title because Dimebag is from Texas and a real cowboy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click this: &lt;a href="http://dimebagdarrelltribute.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A bloggers tribute to the late guitar legend Dimebag Darrell Abbott.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4dF7cjbw_64"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4dF7cjbw_64" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28864890-116313673376635350?l=thepumpkinland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/116313673376635350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/116313673376635350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/2006/11/dimebag-darrell-guitar-lessons.html' title='The Dimebag Darrell Guitar Lessons'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28864890.post-116244387586732852</id><published>2006-11-01T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T20:19:19.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the dead bury their dead (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let the dead bury their dead (Part 2).....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="217" alt="Cemetery" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2984/320/cemetery.jpg" width="306" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumusta Dear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marami ang nagkumustahan sa araw na ito. Mga buhay at mga patay. Masarap ang naging pagbibisikleta ko kanina papuntang Mcdo. Halos walang sasakyan. Solo ko ang daan. Maraming naglalakad papuntang sementeryo. Ang ilan ay may dalang mga bulaklak na ang pangalan ay respeto. Tulad ng sinabi ko sa Part 1, aanhin ng patay yun mga bulaklak? Aamuyin kaya nila yun at sasabihin, "Wow! Ang gaganda nito at hmmmm! Ang bango!" Sana noong buhay pa yun patay dun siya nirespeto. Mga bulaklak ang nasa puntod niya, pero nung buhay siya, sinisigaw-sigawan lang siya ng asawa niya o ng mga anak niya o ng pamilya niya na ang mga ito rin ang nag-aalay ng mga bulaklak sa kanyang puntod kapag dumarating ang araw na gaya ngayon. Nakakatawang kapaimbabawan at pakitang tao. Respeto daw sa mga patay. Mga patay na wala ng malay sa mundo ng mga buhay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narating ko ang Mcdo ng may galak sa puso. Galak dahil alam ko, na hindi na ako nakikipagsiksikan sa karamihan ng tao para lang magdala ng bulaklak sa patay. Galak dahil alam ko, na dati akong bulag subalit ngayon ay nakakakitang maliwanag. Lumipas ang maraming oras at balita na ang palabas. Maraming pinakitang ibat-ibang mukha ang araw ng patay. Mayroong nagsamantala, may basura, may nakatiwang-wang na, may nabubulok pa, may hindi naman mabulok-bulok, may naghambalang na, may nagliyab pa, may artista at nagsasaranggola, may pulitikong namumulitika pa at nagpapamigay ng supot na may laman na rosaryo, benditadong tubig, at larawan mismo ng pulitiko, may ipinananalangin din na sana ay maligtas yun patay. Ang alam ko, wala ng maidadagdag pa ni maibabawas man ang buhay sa isang namatay na. Kung ano ginawa nung patay ng siya ay nabubuhay pa, duon siya hahatulan maging mabuti man ito o masama. Wala ng magagawa ang panalangin sa isang patay. Ang buhay ay dapat manalangin hindi para sa patay kundi ipanalangin ng buhay ang kapwa buhay, na kung masamang tao ito, sana ay bumuti pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentemeryo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isang pari ang nagdarasal at nagbebendisyon ng isang puntod ng biglang may dumating na ale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ale: "Padre, hindi po iyan ang puntod ng asawa ko!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pari: "Ha! Akala ko ito! Saan ba naroon ang puntod ng asawa mo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumigil na ang pari sa kanyang ginagawa at kanilang pinuntahan ang puntod na sinasabi ng ale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isipin: Kung talagang may nagagawa ang panalangin at bendisyon sa patay, bakit tumigil ang pari, bakit hindi na lang isama sa kanyang pananalangin at pagbebendisyon ang lahat ng patay sa sementeryo na parang, "To whom it may concern?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung susundan natin ang argumento ng ibang tao, na ang patay ay bumabalik pa, na kesyo nagmumulto daw, na sila'y may bahagi pa sa mundo ng mga buhay, hindi kaya naiinggit yun patay na hindi naipanalangin at hindi nabendisyunan ng pari, at sa inis ay puntahan ang mga nabubuhay pang kamag-anak at magpakuha ng pari na magbebendisyon at mananalangin para sa kanya? Pera-pera lang kasi yan eh! May bayad kasi ang bawat kilos ng pari. Ang buhay, alam niya na siya ay mamamatay. Pero ang patay, may alam ba? Kung nag-iisip lang sana ang mga tao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa katapus-tapusan ng mga detalye at pangyayari sa mga balita tungkol sa mga patay, ang sabi ng isang reporter ay kapiling na daw ng mga patay ang Maykapal. Ang alam ko, kapiling na ng mga patay ang makapal.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....Ang makapal na lupa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28864890-116244387586732852?l=thepumpkinland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/116244387586732852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/116244387586732852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/2006/11/let-dead-bury-their-dead-part-2.html' title='Let the dead bury their dead (Part 2)'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28864890.post-116220959079909323</id><published>2006-10-30T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T23:48:39.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some blisters revealed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Join me in a cup of coffee" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/CoffeeCup.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some blisters revealed.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As I was writing this on drafts, I was also having a cup of coffee and imagining things and thinking some good and bright ideas about bicycling and duties and other stuffs. If I could find time later since I don't have a PC of my own, I'd go typing on PC rental shop and posts this in 30 minutes out of a P10 budget. That's the joy of beeing poor and living in some depressed area, although you don't have a lot of money and beautiful things of this world, you have stuffs within yourself like nice thoughts and good ideas which you can use for connecting to other people. Or greeting someone with an encouragement of a simple pat on the back. Believe it or not, I don't even have a cellular phone. Job? Who needs a job when no one accepts you? But, I do survive using good and bright ideas. What do I have then? A pink bicycle which I use to travel around town and pedaling here and there, some music tapes, this blogsite you're visiting, old memories, Brethrens, Families, and Friends. People and things which reminds me of, "Hey, you're much better!" What an encouragement prep, talking to myself. Anyway, from all this things, there is a "Light" which me and all the Brethrens know and hoping to see at the end of the long and narrow and winding road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week before the "Let the dead bury their dead" rants was written, I've made some researching on the pages of "Believer" magazine's first issue. Got some ideas but didn't materialize due to hectic schedules. "Bury their dead" was written like a camera flash snapping in the dead of the night. Then Thanksgiving(Saturday) came and met face to face with a young lady, one of my mentors in this blog-making thing. She is Batangweirdo and she voted this blogsite for Filipino Blog of The Week (Week 27) voting game and made it to 4th place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Voting Box for Filipino Blog of The Week (Week 27)" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/pollpost.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big "Thanks!" to those people who already voted this blogsite including Batangweirdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I've discovered Myembrolang's real identity. My first time in her blogsite was last May. The time when I was still in my blog-making formative days. And in those days, her comment box entries tells about curiousity. Lots of entrants puzzled about her identity. Even Tadakatsu(spilled to me) wanted to know who is Myembrolang. I don't know why, maybe because they're both using "Pot" and "Singko" templates on their blogsites.(Laughs!) But, I know now that Myembrolang once had a dog with dollar sign spots and calling Myembrolang on her surname is null and void. With the rainy season, give Myembrolang an umbrella and you will get a hard time, and if you're lucky, you'll end up on her blogsite stories along with her photos, crafts and crayons.(esep!esep!laughs!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's a song set on a cartoon video about people getting harsh with themselves. About people who won't accept realities in life. About people who carry the weight of the world on their shoulders. A song from R.E.M. or Rapid Eye Movement. A rockwave band in the 80's who gave us the tune "It's The End of The World (I feel fine)," "I Remember California," "Driver 8," "Stand," "The One I Love," "Orange Crush," "Superman," and "Losing My Religion." Off their 1988 "Green" album, here's an R.E.M. song called "World Leader Pretend."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Green Vinyl" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/green.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;World Leader Pretend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R.E.M.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I sit at my table and wage war on myself&lt;br /&gt;It seems like it's all...it's all for nothing&lt;br /&gt;I know the barricades, and&lt;br /&gt;I know the mortar in the wall breaks&lt;br /&gt;I recognize the weapons, I used them well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my mistake. Let me make it good&lt;br /&gt;I raised the wall, and I will be the one to knock it down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've a rich understanding of my finest defenses&lt;br /&gt;I proclaim that claims are left unstated,&lt;br /&gt;I demand a rematch&lt;br /&gt;I decree a stalemate&lt;br /&gt;I divine my deeper motives&lt;br /&gt;I recognize the weapons&lt;br /&gt;I've practiced them well. I fitted them myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing what devices you can sympathize...empathize&lt;br /&gt;This is my mistake. Let me make it good&lt;br /&gt;I raised the walls, and I will be the one to knock it down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach out for me and hold me tight. Hold that memory&lt;br /&gt;Let my machine talk to me. Let my machine talk to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my world&lt;br /&gt;And I am the world leader pretend&lt;br /&gt;This is my life&lt;br /&gt;And this is my time&lt;br /&gt;I have been given the freedom&lt;br /&gt;To do as I see fit&lt;br /&gt;It's high time I've razed the walls&lt;br /&gt;That I've constructed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing what devices you can sympathize...emapathize&lt;br /&gt;This is my mistake. Let me make it good&lt;br /&gt;I raised the walls, and I will be the one to knock it down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fill in the mortar. You fill in the harmony&lt;br /&gt;You fill in the mortar. I raised the walls&lt;br /&gt;And I'm the only one&lt;br /&gt;I will be the one to knock it down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VQ3DKBHa2Cs" width="400" height="325" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28864890-116220959079909323?l=thepumpkinland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/116220959079909323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/116220959079909323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/2006/10/some-blisters-revealed.html' title='Some blisters revealed'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28864890.post-116185911397219488</id><published>2006-10-25T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T20:18:32.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the dead bury their dead (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let the dead bury their dead (Part 1).....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;microdot sleeve:&lt;/span&gt; An old saying: A-anhin pa ang damo kung patay na ang kabayo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Six feet under with hypocrisy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Earlier this afternoon at Mcdo, while fumbling on my things just after I arrived, I've learned that Bro. Leon and Bro. Nilo were watching something on The Crime Suspense channel. It was a story about three bank robbers caught in a security camera of the bank they were robbing. Wearing jackets and masks with rifles in their hands, they did it and got away with a lot of money. But later with the investigation, they were caught, faced trials and sentenced with life terms. How? A witness lead the investigators to one of the robbers. "Who's the witness?", you asks. Not, "Who?" but "What?" A pair of jeans which one of the bank robbers wearing during the heist. Nice investigative work. Reminds me of the serial killer and the investigator days. Then I've changed channels and found "Cujo." A classic horror film based on the novel (a pocket book which I once had) of Stephen King. A film about a dog beaten by some bats and went berserk.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jim Morrison's grave" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/jimmorrison.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway, next week will be All Saint's Day and All Soul's Day. There will be a lot of flowers, candles and prayers for the departed. And I'm glad I will never be a part of that old tradition when people visit their departed friends and families graves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do dead people need prayers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do dead people need those candles and flowers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man had sinned for all his life, and after he died, people would go and pray for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will he be save by other people's prayers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all those flowers which people called respect, will do nothing for the dead. People should respect their lovedones when they are still alive and people should pray for the living and not the dead. There are two things which I still remember from that old tradition beside people's hypocrisy or culture of pretense: kite flying and an old tree in a cemetery where I carved some thoughts from the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Daniel Johns and the rest of Silverchair. Three kids from Australia who made it to the top. They were just sixteen years old when their debut album "Frogstomp" was released in 1995. I remember some years ago, they did a show here in the Philippines at the U.P. theater. Off their 1996 album "Freak Show," here's "Cemetery," a song about a phone call away, about an escort service and the red light district. Plus a bonus video "Tomorrow" from their 1995 debut album "Frogstomp."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/freakshow.jpg" border="0" alt="Freak Show Vinyl"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cemetery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daniel Johns&lt;br /&gt;Silverchair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Need a change&lt;br /&gt;Not to imitate&lt;br /&gt;But to irritate&lt;br /&gt;All the ones who hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be late&lt;br /&gt;Always seem to get the wrong date&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess it's fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in a cemetery&lt;br /&gt;Full of good will and integrity&lt;br /&gt;You see, I have no specialty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's your warning&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you click click boom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in a cemetery&lt;br /&gt;I need a change&lt;br /&gt;Not to imitate&lt;br /&gt;But to irritate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in a cemetery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zEL0k90wTGw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zEL0k90wTGw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/frogstomp.jpg" border="0" alt="Frogstomp vinyl"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daniel Johns&lt;br /&gt;Silverchair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's twelve o'clock, and it's a wonderful day.&lt;br /&gt;I know you hate me, but I'll ask anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Won't you come with me, to a place in a little town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way to get there's to go straight down.&lt;br /&gt;There's no bathroom, and there is no sink.&lt;br /&gt;The water out of the tap is very, hard to drink,&lt;br /&gt;Very hard to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, wait 'til tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;You, wait 'til tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say that money, isn't everything,&lt;br /&gt;But I'd like to see you live without it.&lt;br /&gt;You think you can keep on going living like a king.&lt;br /&gt;Oohh babe, but I strongly doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very hard to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gonna wait 'til, fat boy,&lt;br /&gt;Fat boy, wait until tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/heQi0AZBH-0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/heQi0AZBH-0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28864890-116185911397219488?l=thepumpkinland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/116185911397219488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/116185911397219488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/2006/10/let-dead-bury-their-dead-part-1.html' title='Let the dead bury their dead (Part 1)'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28864890.post-115927018141491390</id><published>2006-09-26T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T23:52:41.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Immortalizing the sadly bygone era of Panzers and Thundersticks</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Samson" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2984/200/Samson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PBK is fast approaching and its been a few days since my last rants and during the last leg of duties last month as Mcdo, I remember stumbling upon a topic about battle tanks or war tanks over Discovery Channel. Lots of Panzers, Tigers, T-34's and T-35's paraded on the screen. Then I remember when I was still making some plastic models in '96. One model was of a Panzer from Bandai complete with a gunner, a driver, gasoline tanks and a detailed engine. But when my passion on plastic models began to decline, I gave it away to my nephew. So back on Discovery, I was surprised that Bruce Dickinson owns a genuine and still running T-34. Who is Bruce Dickinson anyway? He is the vocalist of the heavy metal band "Iron Maiden." Then last night, while partly answering Sis. Leyn's google groups invite, I've checked on YouTube if they have a song from Bruce Dickinson's former group before he went to Iron Maiden, and luckily there was. A song included in Lars Ulrich (Metallica's drummer) and Geoff Barton (Managing Editor of Kerrang! Magazine) side project during the making of ...And Justice For All tour programme at the tail end of 1988. A double compilation album entitled NWOBHM or New Wave of British Heavy Metal which gave tribute to the 1979 British Heavy Metal Movement. Lars had put it, "The songs in the album are not merely products of modern day over-blown extravagances that many of the current crop think that they need to make music. There were no 7 figure recording budgets, no 6 figure 'entertainment' bills, no 96 track digital studio facilities...etc. It was long-hair adopting the do-it-yourself attitude and values of the punk movement that had so dominated at grass root levels the previous few years (76-78) and ironically in many ways had made it very difficult for the young heavy metal bands to get the attention they needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, off their 1980 "Head On" album, here's a "Samson" song "Vice Versa" which also included in the NWOBHM compilation album with Bruce Dickinson on vocals. Listen closely and find out why the drummer (real name is Barry Graham) who wore a mask while pounding skins inside a cage was called Thunderstick.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Head On Vinyl" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/headon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vice Versa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Samson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She was a real two timer&lt;br /&gt;She knew I'd never leave&lt;br /&gt;She thought that she could make it&lt;br /&gt;I could never believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked so healthy&lt;br /&gt;and she looked so clean&lt;br /&gt;But when she got to bite you&lt;br /&gt;was she mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vice versa, vice versa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She could roll you over&lt;br /&gt;and make you blind&lt;br /&gt;She could say things to astound&lt;br /&gt;the dirtiest mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked so healthy&lt;br /&gt;and she looked so clean&lt;br /&gt;But when she got to bite her&lt;br /&gt;was she mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vice versa, vice versa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vice versa, vice versa&lt;br /&gt;Turning you around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XojJOgiRgus"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XojJOgiRgus" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28864890-115927018141491390?l=thepumpkinland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/115927018141491390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/115927018141491390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/2006/09/immortalizing-sadly-bygone-era-of.html' title='Immortalizing the sadly bygone era of Panzers and Thundersticks'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28864890.post-115893085620436863</id><published>2006-09-22T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T21:29:26.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a roll of tissue</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="The Flaming Lips" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2984/200/flaminglips.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This will be my last rant for this week. I don't know if I can find time to make one or two next week because I will be very busy for our upcoming PBK. Lots of things happened this past few weeks though, the Thai coup, Crocodile Hunters death, extra judicial killings in the countryside, courtroom dramas, rubouts, expired taxi gas tanks, some steps of cha-cha, airport security tests, martial law memories, and a lot more. Like a roll of tissue, the news keeps on coming day after day and always goes back to just one word, "Awareness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when I was in the south back in the late 90's, while looking for new releases of some bands, my eyes caught this band and their song in a compilation album, but I shrugged it away because it was out of the plan. Then through the years, I kinda' mistaken the band from Semisonic and their song to Stone Temple Pilot's song "Veseline" just because of the word veseline. It was like who's who and which is which. Then while making "The Beautiful People" and looking for some lips images, my eyes caught the band photo but again, I shrugged it away. Then this over YouTube. No shrugging anymore. Here's one of my favorite song about a simple news and buzz, off their 1993 "Transmissions from The Satellite Heart" album, here's The Flaming Lips song "She Don't Use Jelly." Plus: Semisonic's "Closing Time" video off their 1998 "Feeling Strangely Fine" album.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="She Don't Use Jelly Album Cover" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/flfront.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She Don't Use Jelly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Flaming Lips&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know a girl who thinks of ghosts&lt;br /&gt;She'll make ya breakfast&lt;br /&gt;She'll make ya toast&lt;br /&gt;She don't use butter&lt;br /&gt;She don't use cheese&lt;br /&gt;She don't use jelly&lt;br /&gt;Or any of these&lt;br /&gt;She uses vaseline&lt;br /&gt;Vaseline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a guy who goes to shows&lt;br /&gt;When he's at home and he blows his nose&lt;br /&gt;He don't use tissues or his sleeve&lt;br /&gt;He don't use napkins or any of these&lt;br /&gt;He uses magazines&lt;br /&gt;Magazines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a girl who reminds me of cher&lt;br /&gt;She's always changing&lt;br /&gt;The color of her hair&lt;br /&gt;She don't use nothing&lt;br /&gt;That ya buy at the store&lt;br /&gt;She likes her hair to be real orange&lt;br /&gt;She uses tangerines&lt;br /&gt;Tangerines&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sYUHhOKBYpI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sYUHhOKBYpI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="She Don't Use Jelly Inside Panels" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/flfronti.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Closing Time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Semisonic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Closing time&lt;br /&gt;Open all the doors and let you out into the world&lt;br /&gt;Closing time&lt;br /&gt;Turn all of the lights on over every boy and every girl&lt;br /&gt;Closing time&lt;br /&gt;One last call for alcohol so finish your whiskey or beer&lt;br /&gt;Closing time&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to go home but you can't stay here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know who I want to take me home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing time&lt;br /&gt;Time for you to go out to the places you will be from&lt;br /&gt;Closing time&lt;br /&gt;This room won't be open till your brothers or your sisters come&lt;br /&gt;So gather up your jackets, move it to the exits&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have found a friend&lt;br /&gt;Closing time&lt;br /&gt;Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know who I want to take me home&lt;br /&gt;Take me home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/idyyGsNTqfI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/idyyGsNTqfI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28864890-115893085620436863?l=thepumpkinland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/115893085620436863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/115893085620436863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/2006/09/like-roll-of-tissue.html' title='Like a roll of tissue'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28864890.post-115859751505855019</id><published>2006-09-18T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T20:05:53.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stranger than fiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How weird are you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is an ode to my old fascination about serial killers. Some things that I've missed last May during the "Serial Thrilla" writings. on "Papertrails" panel. Probably slipped through the backdoor of a darkened room inside my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, some weeks ago, I've made some tests by sending this message over friendster to Bhab:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey kid, I guess it's been quite sometime.&lt;br /&gt;And I've noticed that until now,&lt;br /&gt;You're not making any testimonies for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the catch:&lt;br /&gt;Since they're calling you Batangweirdo,&lt;br /&gt;and you've accepted it by hanging on the name,&lt;br /&gt;then try to write some weird stuffs for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's your guide:&lt;br /&gt;No jokes.&lt;br /&gt;No downgrading.&lt;br /&gt;No glorifying.&lt;br /&gt;No leveling.&lt;br /&gt;No smothering.&lt;br /&gt;No song lyrics nor poems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something like.....&lt;br /&gt;Tasting your own and other people's dandruff or, stitching together leaves of plants still planted in the front house garden and wave hands to passers-by as if you're doing a routine garden check up or, playing a pentatonic scale arpeggios on a doom sounding guitar riff chord pattern with a recoiled pick-ups using tortex or dunlop picks over a pignose amp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your time starts.....&lt;br /&gt;NOW!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I guess she didn't get it because what she had for me was a simple testimony. That's just fine than getting nothing at all, but I was expecting something else. You know, like weird things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, you're not weird just because you popped some words like, "Hey! Let's make an ice cream, pinakbet flavor!" or "I'd like to have a tattoo around my arms, not a snake but a longanisa or an electric fan on my chest!" or just by saying, "Wah-hihi!" or "Wah-hehe!" or "Weeeeh!" like you're an Indian head dress maker related to Pocahontas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's a support video on serial killer stuffs that I've mentioned earlier. A video clip profiling Ed Gein, the model in the film "Psycho" and partly in "Silence of The Lambs." Ed Gein, possibly a cannibal and maybe if he's still alive, I guess he's the right guy fit to answer the blog account profile question about cannibalism. Anyway, off their 1990 "Seasons in The Abyss" album, here's a Slayer song "Dead Skin Mask" set on an Ed Gein profile video clip.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dead Skin Mask&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Hanneman/Araya]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Graze the skin with my finger tips&lt;br /&gt;The brush of dead cold flesh pacifies the means&lt;br /&gt;Provocative images delicate features so smooth&lt;br /&gt;A pleasant fragrance in the light of the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance with the dead in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Listen to their hallowed screams&lt;br /&gt;The dead have taken my soul&lt;br /&gt;Temptation's lost all control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple smiles elude psychotic eyes&lt;br /&gt;Lose all mind control rationale declines&lt;br /&gt;Empty eyes enslave the creations&lt;br /&gt;Of placid faces and lifeless pageants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the depths of a mind insane&lt;br /&gt;Fantasy and reality are the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graze the skin with my finger tips&lt;br /&gt;The brush of dead warm flesh pacifies the means&lt;br /&gt;Incised members ornaments on my being&lt;br /&gt;Adulating the skin before me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple smiles elude psychotic eyes&lt;br /&gt;Lose all mind control rationale declines&lt;br /&gt;Empty eyes enslave the creations&lt;br /&gt;Of placid faces and lifeless pageants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance with the dead in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Listen to their hallowed screams&lt;br /&gt;The dead have taken my soul&lt;br /&gt;Temptation's lost all control&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nihsWwCaLf0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nihsWwCaLf0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28864890-115859751505855019?l=thepumpkinland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/115859751505855019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/115859751505855019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/2006/09/stranger-than-fiction.html' title='Stranger than fiction'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28864890.post-115850006326574940</id><published>2006-09-17T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T00:43:05.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foreclosure of a dream and sweating bullets</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Megadeth" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2984/320/megadeth.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One day I was listening to an AM radio program, I heard the broadcaster was telling something about politics, the government, GMA's, and a lot more. Then the SONA comes back in my mind and this song, an ode to Bush Sr. I guess, the message of the song "Foreclosure of a Dream" is very clear. Although it is about the American politics and stuffs, it is very relevant in our country. The promises, the debts, corruption and of course, the impossible dream. Anyway, I had an album "Countdown to Extinction" where this song came from. Also, the bonus video "Sweating Bullets," a song about anxiety or state of uneasiness and apprehension about future uncertainties or inner attitude disorder.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Vic counting abacus skulls" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/vicabacus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foreclosure of a Dream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Megadeth&lt;br /&gt;Dave Mustaine/David Ellefson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rise so high, yet so far to fall&lt;br /&gt;A plan of dignity and balance for all&lt;br /&gt;Political breakthrough, euphoria's high&lt;br /&gt;More borrowed money, more borrowed time&lt;br /&gt;Backed in a corner, caught up in the race&lt;br /&gt;Means to an end ended in disgrace&lt;br /&gt;Perspective is lost in the spirit of the chase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foreclosure of a dream&lt;br /&gt;Those visions never seen&lt;br /&gt;Until all is lost&lt;br /&gt;Personal Holocaust&lt;br /&gt;Foreclosure of a dream&lt;br /&gt;Barren land that once filled a need&lt;br /&gt;Are worthless now, dead without a deed&lt;br /&gt;Slipping away from an iron grip&lt;br /&gt;Nature's scales are forced to tip&lt;br /&gt;The heartland cries, loss of all pride&lt;br /&gt;To leave ain't believing, so try and be tried&lt;br /&gt;Insufficient funds, insanity and suicide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with new hope some will be proud&lt;br /&gt;This is no hoax, no one pushed out&lt;br /&gt;Receive a reprieve and be a pioneer&lt;br /&gt;Break new ground of a new frontier&lt;br /&gt;New ideas will surely get by&lt;br /&gt;No deed, or dividend. Some may ask Why?&lt;br /&gt;You'll find the solution, the answers in the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rise so high, yet so far to fall&lt;br /&gt;A plan of dignity and balance for all&lt;br /&gt;Political breakthrough, euphoria's high&lt;br /&gt;More borrowed money, more borrowed time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holocaust&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EMZslzd85-E"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EMZslzd85-E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweating Bullets&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Megadeth&lt;br /&gt;Dave Mustaine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello me... Meet the real me&lt;br /&gt;And my misfits way of life&lt;br /&gt;A dark black past is my&lt;br /&gt;Most valued possession&lt;br /&gt;Hindsight is always 20-20,&lt;br /&gt;But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy&lt;br /&gt;Speak of mutually assured destruction?&lt;br /&gt;Nice story... Tell it to Reader's Digest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling paranoid&lt;br /&gt;True enemy or false friend?&lt;br /&gt;Anxiety's attacking me, and&lt;br /&gt;My air is getting thin&lt;br /&gt;I'm in trouble for the things&lt;br /&gt;I haven't got to yet&lt;br /&gt;I'm chomping at the bit, and my&lt;br /&gt;Palms are getting wet, sweating bullets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello me... It's me again&lt;br /&gt;You can subdue, but never tame me&lt;br /&gt;It gives me a migraine headache&lt;br /&gt;Thinking down to your level&lt;br /&gt;Yea, just keep on thinking it's my fault&lt;br /&gt;And stay an inch or two outta kicking distance&lt;br /&gt;Mankind has got to know&lt;br /&gt;His limitations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling claustrophobic&lt;br /&gt;Like the walls are closing in&lt;br /&gt;Blood stains on my hands and&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I've been&lt;br /&gt;I'm in trouble for the things&lt;br /&gt;I haven't got to yet&lt;br /&gt;I'm sharpening the axe and my&lt;br /&gt;Palms are getting wet, sweating bullets&lt;br /&gt;Well, me... it's nice talking to myself&lt;br /&gt;A credit to dementia&lt;br /&gt;Some day you too will know my pain&lt;br /&gt;And smile its blacktooth grin&lt;br /&gt;If the war inside my head&lt;br /&gt;Won't take a day off I'll be dead&lt;br /&gt;My icy fingers claw your back&lt;br /&gt;Here I come again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling paranoid&lt;br /&gt;True enemy or false friend?&lt;br /&gt;Anxiety's attacking me&lt;br /&gt;And my air is getting thin&lt;br /&gt;Feeling claustrophobic&lt;br /&gt;Like the walls are closing in&lt;br /&gt;Blood stains on my hands and&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I've been&lt;br /&gt;Once you committed me&lt;br /&gt;Now you've acquitted me&lt;br /&gt;Claiming validity&lt;br /&gt;For your stupidity&lt;br /&gt;I'm chomping at the bit&lt;br /&gt;I'm sharpening the axe&lt;br /&gt;Here I come again, whoa!&lt;br /&gt;Sweating bullets&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nGEJwafWqjg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nGEJwafWqjg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28864890-115850006326574940?l=thepumpkinland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/115850006326574940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/115850006326574940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/2006/09/foreclosure-of-dream-and-sweating.html' title='Foreclosure of a dream and sweating bullets'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28864890.post-115833061229704354</id><published>2006-09-15T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T20:02:07.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cities in Dust and Out of Bounds</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Siouxsie Sioux" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2984/200/pray.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll be off for a day or two. So for the meantime, I"ll be leaving you with this stories of music.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A few days back, I went to Meycauayan and met with Jo-Art. Then we went to Bachie's place where I've learned that Sis Ness and Bro. Monching had a blog site also but in Multiply. So, I've checked it out. I've read some good reviews in the blog about music and stuffs. And "The Lost Boys" film soundtrack "People are Strange" version of Echo and The Bunnymen (Originally by The Doors), then I've captured some photos and put it here. I even got a peeked of Bachie's drumming photos during their sessions. Anyway, here's a soundtrack of the film "Out of Bounds" and "The Cure's" sister band who appeared also in the film. Plus: A bonus song and video of the same band.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cities in Dust&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siouxsie and The Banshees&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Water was running; children were running&lt;br /&gt;You were running out of time&lt;br /&gt;Under the mountain, a golden fountain&lt;br /&gt;Were you praying at the Lares shrine?&lt;br /&gt;But oh your city lies in dust, my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found you hiding we found you lying&lt;br /&gt;Choking on the dirt and sand&lt;br /&gt;Your former glories and all the stories&lt;br /&gt;Dragged and washed with eager hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh your city lies in dust, my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot and burning in your nostrils&lt;br /&gt;Pouring down your gaping mouth&lt;br /&gt;Your molten bodies blanket of cinders&lt;br /&gt;Caught in the throes .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your city lies in dust&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wCKHJEehudE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wCKHJEehudE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OMcLAsAzCmM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OMcLAsAzCmM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/japan.jpg" border="0" alt="Siouxsie Sioux"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28864890-115833061229704354?l=thepumpkinland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/115833061229704354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/115833061229704354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/2006/09/cities-in-dust-and-out-of-bounds.html' title='Cities in Dust and Out of Bounds'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28864890.post-115786799918427557</id><published>2006-09-10T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T00:26:41.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of The Clash</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;microdot sleeve:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; If you wanted to watch and listen to the videos included here and in all the rants, press the stop button first on "Pick your pocket full of sorrow" panel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's been quite sometime that I wasn't able to make rants due to some duties, duties, duties, and duties. But I needed those duties and I love doing it. Anyway, the background music is one of the many add-ons here. A song called Mayonaise by the Smashing Pumpkins with some spills from Billy Corgan for fans asking Y's about the band. I hope those Smashing Pumpkins fans visiting this rants will enjoy the stay. Last Thursday, I've made some pedal spin-off to my old place. Talked with old friends about the latest in F1, about Michael Schumacher's news of retirement, about bike sprockets and saddles, about some birthdays to come, and a lot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vig asked me if I'm making a new rants about bands and stuffs. I said, "Yeah! There's the Carousel of Smiles where your picture's included!" Then I thought of the YouTube videos and those job fairs happening everywhere and this song both related to each other. So, here's one of those in-between weeks and days materials. I had an album of these band in the 80's, a compilation double album with songs like "The Magnificent 7," "Lost In The Supermarket," "Tommy Gun," "Safe European Home," "Police &amp; Thieves" and a lot more. One of the great punk band from Britain, The Clash.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oi!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As the punk says!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="The Story of The Clash Vinyl" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/storyoftheclashvol1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Career Opportunities&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Clash&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The offered me the office, offered me the shop&lt;br /&gt;They said I'd better take anything they'd got&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna make tea at the BBC?&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna be, do you really wanna be a cop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Career opportunities are the ones that never knock&lt;br /&gt;Every job they offer you is to keep you out the dock&lt;br /&gt;Career opportunity, the ones that never knock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the army an' I hate the R.A.F.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna go fighting in the tropical heat&lt;br /&gt;I hate the civil service rules&lt;br /&gt;And I won't open letter bombs for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus driver....ambulance man....ticket inspector&lt;br /&gt;They're gonna have to introduce conscription&lt;br /&gt;They're gonna have to take away my prescription&lt;br /&gt;If they wanna get me making toys&lt;br /&gt;If they wanna get me, well, I got no choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Careers&lt;br /&gt;Careers&lt;br /&gt;Careers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't never gonna knock&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="The Clash on their recording sessions" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/theclash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rfxls4F1xXM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rfxls4F1xXM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28864890-115786799918427557?l=thepumpkinland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/115786799918427557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/115786799918427557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/2006/09/story-of-clash.html' title='The Story of The Clash'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28864890.post-115592078955048126</id><published>2006-08-19T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T19:30:49.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Arms of Sleep and Finding Whir</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;microdot sleeve:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This is not the original song video but, video set on a Smashing Pumpkins song "Whir."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's past midnight and I'm working on something then after this, I'll be off for a few days and do some rewrites on "The Cheese Gallery" just like I've said on the previous rants. I couldn't sleep and I'm getting ready for the bike ride to Alpha. Anyway, on my past rants "From Earphone to Stagedive," I've mentioned something about one of my favorite Smashing Pumpkins song "Whir" off their 1994 Pisces Iscariot album. That I couldn't find a single video of that song from YouTube. Guess what? Here's the lyrics(again?) and the video. Enjoy the beautiful music about frailness and gentleness!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="The Smashing Pumpkins Avatar" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/PumpkinsAvatar.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;billy corgan&lt;br /&gt;© 1994 cinderful music/chrysalis songs (bmi)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i've wasted all my years&lt;br /&gt;been chasin' all my fears&lt;br /&gt;for another brighter than you&lt;br /&gt;i gave in long ago to make it to the show,&lt;br /&gt;but it's not easy when you're alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all your prayers&lt;br /&gt;in my ears&lt;br /&gt;don't you care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whir yourself around&lt;br /&gt;just to fall back down&lt;br /&gt;whir yourself around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my honey, little girl&lt;br /&gt;c'mon, lets go for a whirl&lt;br /&gt;it's still early, the sun is sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she says she wants to marry me&lt;br /&gt;she says she wants a baby&lt;br /&gt;it's not easy when you're scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whir yourself around&lt;br /&gt;just to fall back down&lt;br /&gt;whir yourself around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all your prayers&lt;br /&gt;in my ears&lt;br /&gt;don't you care?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h6Ojz0mihs0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h6Ojz0mihs0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28864890-115592078955048126?l=thepumpkinland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/115592078955048126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/115592078955048126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/2006/08/in-arms-of-sleep-and-finding-whir.html' title='In The Arms of Sleep and Finding Whir'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28864890.post-115587302763617092</id><published>2006-08-18T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T14:06:03.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Working Hour</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px" height="259" alt="Tears for Fears" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2984/320/tearsforfears.jpg" width="247" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After this rant, I'd take a few days off and look for somethin' I can use on "The Cheese Gallery" panel and work on it. It's been hangin' on underconstruction level up to now. So for the meantime, I'll be leaving you with what I've mentioned on the past rants "Big Hairs and Doll Dance" and my No.1 favorite Tears for Fears song off their 1985 "Songs from The Big Chair" album "The Working Hour". I'm glad that "YouTube" have this song because it's kinda' rare like "Start of The Breakdown." Anyway, perhaps on spare time and after some rewrites on "The Cheese Gallery" panel, I'll look over if there's any videos from Sisters of Mercy, Joy Division, X-Mal Deutchland, Violent Femmes, Tones on tail, Soft Cell, The Chameleons, The Waterboys, The Clash, Siouxsie and The Banshees, The Care, Bolshoi, EBTG, and a lot more. The 80's music, it's like an allergy that keeps on coming back.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Songs from The Big Chair Vinyl" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/Tears_for_Fears_Songs_from_the_Big_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Working Hour&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tears for Fears&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These things&lt;br /&gt;That i've&lt;br /&gt;Been told&lt;br /&gt;Can rearrange&lt;br /&gt;My world&lt;br /&gt;My doubt&lt;br /&gt;In time&lt;br /&gt;But inside out&lt;br /&gt;This is the working hour&lt;br /&gt;We are paid by those who learn by our mistakes&lt;br /&gt;This day&lt;br /&gt;And age&lt;br /&gt;For all&lt;br /&gt;And not for one&lt;br /&gt;All lies&lt;br /&gt;And secrets&lt;br /&gt;Put on&lt;br /&gt;Put on and on&lt;br /&gt;This is the working hour&lt;br /&gt;We are paid by those who learn by our mistakes&lt;br /&gt;And fear is such a vicious thing&lt;br /&gt;It wraps me up in chains&lt;br /&gt;Find out&lt;br /&gt;Find out&lt;br /&gt;What this fear is about&lt;br /&gt;Find out&lt;br /&gt;Find out&lt;br /&gt;What this fear is about&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5nNPcGSKb5w"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5nNPcGSKb5w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28864890-115587302763617092?l=thepumpkinland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/115587302763617092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/115587302763617092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/2006/08/working-hour.html' title='The Working Hour'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28864890.post-115564796974902524</id><published>2006-08-16T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T20:52:55.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>El Momento Descuidado: The Church</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="The Church" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/church2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As I've said yesterday, I'd go looking for some materials about Australia's No.1 rockwave band and found two of their finest songs in the 80's. I once had the album of this songs where it was taken. The 1981(Europe release) and 1982(US release) album "The Church" and 1988 album "Starfish" and of course, 1985 "Heyday." But I can't find a single song from "Heyday," so I ended up in two songs, "The Unguarded Moment" off "The Church" and "Under The Milky Way" off "Starfish." I remember Vig's band "Caffeine" cranked this songs some years ago. Anyway, here it is as promised yesterday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Recent News:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"The rows of chairs on the floor should have been a tipoff. The New York stop on the current U.S. tour by Australian sparkling-guitar band the Church – on August 10th at Irving Plaza, where it is usually standing or dancing or nothing – would not be the usual twang and levitation. In fact, the only electric guitar on stage all night was Steve Kilbey’s Fender bass, while guitarists Peter Koppes and Marty Willson-Piper left their trademark Stratocasters and Rickenbackers in storage for this trip, instead using a variety of six- and twelve-string acoustics, supplemented by mandolin, Koppes’ occasional Dylanesque blowing on a harmonica and a guest harpist. But drummer Tim Powles played a regular kit, with characteristic force. And there was a compelling, climbing momentum to the night that was electric in all but the amp count and climaxed in the encore – to the audience’s grateful disbelief – with the first-ever live reading in New York of the Church’s 1981 jangling gem, “The Unguarded Moment.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tour, which ends August 20th in San Francisco, is a traveling version of the Church’s 2004 album, El Momento Descuidado, on which the band revisited songs from their quarter-century catalog in acoustic form. Many of those were in the set tonight , including “Tristesse,” from 1985’s Heyday and the Church’s solo American hit single, 1988’s “Under the Milky Way.” Tonight, the group expanded that conceit, unplugging tracks from its fine, new electric record, Uninvited, Like the Clouds (“Block,” “Day 5”). Kilbey also paid tribute to Grant McLennan of fellow Aussies the Go-Betweens, who died on May 6th, with a version of “Providence,” from the 1991 album the two made together as Jack Frost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Church are, at heart and their best, psychedelic electricians, and their full-volume shows in recent years have been ringing endorsements for their stubborn longevity. But these stripped-back arrangements – virtually “Elizabethan,” as Kilbey wisecracked at one point – showed how the Church continue to excel as writers as well as janglers. And don’t fret: There was still plenty of reverb."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="The Church Vinyl" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/thechurchus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Unguarded Moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Church&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So hard finding inspiration&lt;br /&gt;I knew you'd find me crying&lt;br /&gt;Tell those girls with rifles for minds&lt;br /&gt;That their jokes don't make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;They only make me feel like dying&lt;br /&gt;In an unguarded moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long, long between mirages&lt;br /&gt;I knew you'd find me drinking&lt;br /&gt;Tell those men with horses for hearts&lt;br /&gt;That their jibes don't make me bleed&lt;br /&gt;They only make me feel like shrinking&lt;br /&gt;In an unguarded moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So deep, deep without a meaning&lt;br /&gt;I knew you'd find me leaving&lt;br /&gt;Tell those friends with cameras for eyes&lt;br /&gt;That their hands don't make me hang&lt;br /&gt;They only make me feel like breathing&lt;br /&gt;In an unguarded moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nx36ZzSHHs8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nx36ZzSHHs8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="The Church" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/church1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Under The Milky Way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Church&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes when this place gets kind of empty&lt;br /&gt;Sound of their breath fades with the light&lt;br /&gt;I think about the loveless fascination&lt;br /&gt;Under the Milky Way tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lower the curtain down on Memphis&lt;br /&gt;Lower the curtain down all right&lt;br /&gt;I got no time for private consultation&lt;br /&gt;Under the Milky Way tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I knew what you were looking for&lt;br /&gt;Might have known what you would find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's something quite peculiar&lt;br /&gt;Something shimmering and white&lt;br /&gt;Leads you here despite your destination&lt;br /&gt;Under the Milky Way tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I knew what you were looking for&lt;br /&gt;Might have known what you would find&lt;br /&gt;Wish I knew what you were looking for&lt;br /&gt;Might have known what you would find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the Milky way tonight..&lt;br /&gt;Under the Milky Way tonight...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/33eTu3_yQ-U"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/33eTu3_yQ-U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Starfish Vinyl" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/starfish.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28864890-115564796974902524?l=thepumpkinland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/115564796974902524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/115564796974902524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/2006/08/el-momento-descuidado-church.html' title='El Momento Descuidado: The Church'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28864890.post-115562147395523645</id><published>2006-08-15T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T20:58:00.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tossed Hair and a Microphone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;microdot sleeve:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;After this rant, I'd be looking for some materials about Australia's No.1 rock wave band in the 80's. Not Midnight Oil, not The Go-Betweens, and not Men at Work either nor Michael Hutchence's INXS, but one of my favorite Australian band back then with their "Heyday" album and recently touring the US. For the meantime, these Ian McCulloch band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="241" alt="Songs to Learn and Sing Vinyl" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2984/320/songs2learn.jpg" width="249" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday, as I was listening over NU107, watching the rain from the window, hearing a thousand rain drops sound, I remember back in the 80's with Baltazar(an old friend), somewhere in Frisco, Quezon City, and it was raining too. We were claiming my DZBM 105 Switchers Club I.D. BM 105 was the best FM Station back then (I guess), they played New Wave, Rock Wave, Punk's and Hardcore music. But, I don't know what happened? BM 105 was gone in the airwaves now. So, back to present, NU played an Echo and The Bunnymen track. Then I remember Joy(an old friend) asked me back in the 80's, "What have you done to your hair?" Then I said, "That's the Ian McCulloch look!" Anyway, that's how Echo and The Bunnymen influenced me back then. Along with The Cure and Robert Smith, Echo and The Bunnymen was I guess one of the great British imports in the 80's. I once had their 1985 "Songs to Learn and Sing" singles album and their 1987 "Echo and The Bunnymen" album with songs like, "The Killing Moon", "Lips Like Sugar", "Seven Seas", "Bedbugs and Ballyhoo", the soundtrack from the 1987 vampire film The Lost Boys and The Doors original "People are Strange," etc. Anyway, here's "Bring on the Dancing Horses" off their singles album "Songs to Learn and Sing" and a bonus song "The Cutter" originally from their 1983 "Porcupine" album and was also included in their singles album. What about "The Killing Moon?" I guess the song is as common as coffee.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Echo and The Bunnymen" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/eb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bring on The Dancing Horses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Echo and The Bunnymen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jimmy Brown, made of stone&lt;br /&gt;Charlie Clown, no way home&lt;br /&gt;Bring on the dancing horses, headless and all alone&lt;br /&gt;Shiver and say the words of every lie you've heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I'm gonna make it&lt;br /&gt;And then I'm gonna break it 'til it falls apart&lt;br /&gt;Hating all the faking and shaking&lt;br /&gt;While I'm breaking your brittle heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy stands all alone&lt;br /&gt;Sinking sand, skin and bone&lt;br /&gt;Bring on the dancing horses wherever they may roam&lt;br /&gt;Shiver and say the words of every lie you've heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I'm gonna make it&lt;br /&gt;And then I'm gonna break it 'til it falls apart&lt;br /&gt;Hating all the faking and shaking&lt;br /&gt;While I'm breaking your brittle heart&lt;br /&gt;Brittle heart, brittle heart, brittle heart&lt;br /&gt;And my brittle heart goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy Brown, made of stone&lt;br /&gt;Charlie Clown, no way home&lt;br /&gt;Bring on the headless horses wherever they may roam&lt;br /&gt;Shiver and say the words of every lie you've heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I'm gonna make it&lt;br /&gt;And then I'm gonna break it 'till it falls apart&lt;br /&gt;Hating all the faking and shaking&lt;br /&gt;While you're breaking my brittle heart&lt;br /&gt;Brittle heart, brittle heart&lt;br /&gt;And my brittle heart goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring on the new messiah wherever he may roam&lt;br /&gt;Bring on the new messiah wherever he may roam&lt;br /&gt;Bring on the new messiah wherever he may roam&lt;br /&gt;Bring on the new messiah wherever he may roam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy Brown, made of stone&lt;br /&gt;Charlie Clown, no way home&lt;br /&gt;Bring on the dancing horses, headless and all alone&lt;br /&gt;Shiver and say the words of every lie you've heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I'm gonna make it&lt;br /&gt;And then I'm gonna break it 'til it falls apart&lt;br /&gt;Hating all the faking and shaking&lt;br /&gt;While I'm breaking your brittle heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy stands all alone&lt;br /&gt;Sinking sand, skin and bone&lt;br /&gt;Bring on the dancing horses wherever they may roam&lt;br /&gt;Shiver and say the words of every lie you've heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I'm gonna make it&lt;br /&gt;And then I'm gonna break it 'til it falls apart&lt;br /&gt;Hating all the faking and shaking&lt;br /&gt;While I'm breaking your brittle heart&lt;br /&gt;Brittle heart, brittle heart, brittle heart&lt;br /&gt;And my brittle heart goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy Brown, made of stone&lt;br /&gt;Charlie Clown, no way home&lt;br /&gt;Bring on the headless horses wherever they may roam&lt;br /&gt;Shiver and say the words of every lie you've heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I'm gonna make it&lt;br /&gt;And then I'm gonna break it 'till it falls apart&lt;br /&gt;Hating all the faking and shaking&lt;br /&gt;While you're breaking my brittle heart&lt;br /&gt;Brittle heart, brittle heart&lt;br /&gt;And my brittle heart goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring on the new messiah wherever he may roam&lt;br /&gt;Bring on the new messiah wherever he may roam&lt;br /&gt;Bring on the new messiah wherever he may roam&lt;br /&gt;Bring on the new messiah wherever he may roam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_E9mN_Dl1r0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_E9mN_Dl1r0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Porcupine Vinyl" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/porcupine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Cutter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Echo and The Bunnymen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cut it up, cut it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's on the seventh floor brewing alternatives&lt;br /&gt;What's in the bottom drawer waiting for things to give&lt;br /&gt;Spare us the cutter, spare us the cutter&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't cut the mustard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conquering myself until I see another hurdle approaching&lt;br /&gt;Say we can, say we will, not just another drop in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to the free for all with celo-tape and knives&lt;br /&gt;Some of us six feet tall, we will escape our lies&lt;br /&gt;Spare us the cutter, spare us the cutter&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't cut the mustard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conquering myself until I see another hurdle approaching&lt;br /&gt;Say we can, say we will, not just another drop in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the happy loss, will I still recoil&lt;br /&gt;When the skin is lost, am I the worthy cross&lt;br /&gt;Will I still be soiled when the dirt is off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conquering myself until I see another hurdle approaching&lt;br /&gt;Say we can, say we will, not just another drop in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the fingers close when the hands are cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the happy loss, will I still recoil&lt;br /&gt;When the skin is lost, am I the worthy cross&lt;br /&gt;Will I still be soiled when the dirt is off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the happy loss&lt;br /&gt;Will I still be soiled when the dirt is off&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v2A3BSAcDCw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v2A3BSAcDCw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Echo and The Bunnymen" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/Echo_TheBunnymen_albumcover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28864890-115562147395523645?l=thepumpkinland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/115562147395523645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/115562147395523645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/2006/08/tossed-hair-and-microphone.html' title='Tossed Hair and a Microphone'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28864890.post-115522196259561772</id><published>2006-08-11T13:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T14:26:05.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An ode for The Boazanian Prince</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;microdot sleeve:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Something for The Boazanian Prince. (I guess I'm just missing my Voltes V Action Figure.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="The Boazanian Skull Ship" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/skullship.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forces from Outer Space to Invade Earth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aliens from the planet Boazan have entered Defense Zone 3 in our Solar System. The Boazanians are very powerful and quite advanced compare to human beings in terms of technological weaponry as well as military strategies. However, their mentality is very primitive: they believe in race differences &amp; hierarchy.&lt;br /&gt;The Boazanian invasion is led by the sinister Prince Zardoz accompanied by his crew (Draco, Zuhl, and Zandra.)&lt;br /&gt;The Boazanians are born with horns on their heads. Those who are born without horns are considered lower class and turned into slaves.&lt;br /&gt;It won't be long when these evil creatures invade our planet and destroy everything and turn us all into their slaves for eternity.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prince Zardoz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img alt="Prince Zardoz" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/zardos.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Draco&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zandra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="Draco" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/draco.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img alt="Zandra" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/zandra.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zuhl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;img alt="Zuhl" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/zuhl.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28864890-115522196259561772?l=thepumpkinland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/115522196259561772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/115522196259561772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/2006/08/ode-for-boazanian-prince.html' title='An ode for The Boazanian Prince'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28864890.post-115504477278255026</id><published>2006-08-08T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T19:40:50.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I Tried to Live</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Soundgarden • Chris Cornell • Kim Thayil • Ben Shepherd • Matt Cameron" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/postcard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last week, I was asked by Sis. Rosalee about some foreign bands. Lots of talk then this. All my rants was about foreign bands anyway. I hope she'll enjoy this video of Soundgarden's "The Day I tried to Live" off their 1994 "Superunknown" album. I really miss these guys. I remember Aris cranking "Black Hole Sun" in '95 and catching those Leslie effects used on the song's main riff. Anyway, after Chris Cornell's throat operation, the band split-up. Chris Cornell gone solo then later formed Audioslave. I don't know exactly what happened to Kim Thayil, Matt Cameron and Ben Shepherd? I guess they were the 90's best grunge act from Seattle, Washington, better than Pearl Jam and Stone Temple Pilots. I still listen to my Soundgarden collection, and up to now, I still can say, they were really the best!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/super-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Superunknown Vinyl"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE DAY I TRIED TO LIVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music: Cornell&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: Cornell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I woke the same as any other day&lt;br /&gt;Except a voice was in my head&lt;br /&gt;It said seize the day, pull the trigger&lt;br /&gt;Drop the blade, and watch the rolling heads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day I tried to live&lt;br /&gt;I stole a thousand beggar's change&lt;br /&gt;And gave it to the rich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day I tried to win&lt;br /&gt;I dangled from the power lines&lt;br /&gt;And let the martyrs stretch&lt;br /&gt;Singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more time around might do it&lt;br /&gt;One more time around might make it&lt;br /&gt;One more time around might do it&lt;br /&gt;One more time around&lt;br /&gt;The day I tried to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words you say never seem&lt;br /&gt;To live up to the ones inside your head&lt;br /&gt;The lives we make never seem&lt;br /&gt;To ever get us anywhere but dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day I tried to live&lt;br /&gt;I wallowed in the blood and mud with&lt;br /&gt;All the other pigs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke the same as any other day you know&lt;br /&gt;I should have stayed in bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day I tried to win&lt;br /&gt;I wallowed in the blood and mud with&lt;br /&gt;All the other pigs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I learned that I was a liar&lt;br /&gt;Just like you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r9CHHXulvFU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r9CHHXulvFU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Soundgarden Logo" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/sg-1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28864890-115504477278255026?l=thepumpkinland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/115504477278255026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/115504477278255026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/2006/08/day-i-tried-to-live.html' title='The Day I Tried to Live'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28864890.post-115484866490946445</id><published>2006-08-06T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T02:34:47.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sake Table, Chinas and Skins (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:80%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;microdot sleeve:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Whatever it is that you will see or hear from watching the videos, things that may ruin and might affect musical understandings, has nothing to do with the integrity of my direction. This series of rants (part 1 and part 2) was written because of the Author's firm belief in the art of music. Music that is ever evolving and a lot of times influence people's lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Sake Table, Chinas and Skins (Part 2)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be the last part of a two part series about sticks, chinas and skins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, this rant is for skin lovers like Vig, Bhab, Sis. Rosalee, Bro. Francis, Bro. Bong, and Aris, although Aris is not a drummer but a guitarist, I've included Metallica here so he can atleast relate with the drumming stuffs.(laughs!) For the meantime and on behalf of my old frustration, I will leave you with all this videos about sticks, chinas and skins. Enjoy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Metallica: Drum solo ends up in a drum duel between Lars ulrich and James Hetfield.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5nEGSRZ-3JM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5nEGSRZ-3JM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hey Vig, how about this Drum Battle of old folks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lx7kqHOmMmE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lx7kqHOmMmE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then finally, Dream Theater's Mike Portnoy, the best in progressive rock drumming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4NkueZm1SfE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4NkueZm1SfE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UxDJNO19Sdo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UxDJNO19Sdo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mike Portnoy during a drum clinic in Texas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TCF2Tst-ohw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TCF2Tst-ohw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28864890-115484866490946445?l=thepumpkinland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/115484866490946445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/115484866490946445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/2006/08/sake-table-chinas-and-skins-part-2.html' title='Sake Table, Chinas and Skins (Part 2)'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28864890.post-115461186081520196</id><published>2006-08-04T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T12:34:36.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sake Table, Chinas and Skins (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Sake Table, Chinas and Skins (Part 1)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This rant goes to all skin lovers.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I was a kid and still living in Sampaloc, Manila, we had this Japanese sake table lying at the garage. It was my makeshift drumset back then, hand tapping and sorts. I kinda annoyed our borders in those days because whenever they were playing guitars, jamming with their friends, I was there to play some hand tapping. And I remember back in '93, Vig and I were having fun on a makeshift drumset made from water containers, platform base of an electric fan (for china stand), coil spring (for pedal return-spring), some wood, and a door lock-chain (for pedal puller.) We were called back then as The Gallon Band.(laughs!) Eventually, Vig made it as a drummer of an underground rockwave band called "Caffeine" covering Railway Children's songs and stuffs from the 80's and the 90's. And I became Vig's No.1 critic on his drum playing since then. I guess playing drums is one of my frustrations in life. Anyway, enough of the drum-frustration-thing and get on with the rants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally, this rant should be about John Bonham of Led Zeppelin and his "Moby Dick" drum solo. But Led Zeppelin was known for their song epicness (a song that is too long, e.g. a 30 minute song and sometimes longer) so, the video was cut in three parts. That's why I've declined to present it here considering that it was a good drum solo but, some scenes might losts its moment because the video was cut in three. Videos of drum solo or guitar solo should not be cut or else, scenes will be lost. Anyway, John Henry Bonham was one of the pioneers, but today, there are a lot of drummers better than Bonham. I've seen clips of the 2003 Modern Drummer Festival with lots of bands including Mike Portnoy of Dream Theater whom I believe was the best in progressive rock drumming. Just by looking at Portnoy's drum set-up amazes me. But still, this rant is for Vig, Bro. Francis, Bhab(I guess this will eat her Brandon Boyd, laughs!), Bro. Bong, Sis. Rosalee, and for people who always love the sound of skins. Hold your breath on this. Watch and catch the sticks with your ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;For starters: The 12 year old Tony Royster Jr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xM0IQM5MZcI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xM0IQM5MZcI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then, Dream Theater's Mike Portnoy, watch the sticks of these awesome drummer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BTo9kyrtmVU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BTo9kyrtmVU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mike Portnoy in Tokyo doing a solo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r1-XJSg35yk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r1-XJSg35yk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28864890-115461186081520196?l=thepumpkinland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/115461186081520196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/115461186081520196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/2006/08/sake-table-chinas-and-skins-part-1.html' title='Sake Table, Chinas and Skins (Part 1)'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28864890.post-115449597830789844</id><published>2006-08-02T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T19:00:13.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Earphone to Stagedive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some weeks back, Bro. Bobet asked me if this blog site plays music. "No, it doesn't! I'm having a hard time on that!" I said. One day, I told Vig that I wanted to have music on this site but I just don't know how and what website had a full length songs and music. Then I've discovered RealPlayer playing an entire Smashing Pumpkins album. Of course, like Windows Media Player, I know that RealPlayer plays music and videos. So, I made the "Sweet and Sadness" panel. But what I really wanted beside listening to Smashing Pumpkins song and album was to have music in the main blog's lyric rants. Another hard time. Usually, very few website offers a full length songs and music maybe because of royalties and stuffs. But, I really wanted to have music played on this lyrics that I'm talking about. Lyrics without music are nothing. What, lyrics just for reading? Then yesterday on posting "Kinky," I saw kids while playing Warcrafts, Dota's, Rok's, and Flyff's are also watching and listening over "You Tube" site. So, I tried if "You Tube" had songs I've posted here since "Whir" to the latest. No "Whir," no "Exploding Boy," no "Kinky." Atleast only three were not in the "You Tube" video library. ("Whir" is in the "Pisces Iscariot" vinyl on "Sweet and Sadness" panel except that it has no videos. "Landslide" video took the place of a wonderful introduction on the blog's welcome page.) Isn't that great! I'm just wanting to have full length songs and music on this blog site, instead it went into a full length videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all the lyrics having "You Tube" video screen play videos from "You Tube" site. So, for Bro. Bobet, and Vig, and of course You, enjoy watching and listening through riffs, skins, and bass lines! Still, no matter what you see on the videos or read on the lyrics, things that may ruin and might affect musical understandings, has nothing to do with the integrity of my direction. So don't freak out on me! I hope you'll dig this music videos. And if you don't, then just press "STOP." But, I know someone who love this videos and songs..... Aris.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;microdot sleeve:&lt;/span&gt; Here's one of my favorite, "Charlotte Sometimes" off The Cure's 1986 "Staring at The Sea" and "Standing on a Beach" album. A song about guilt and inspired by the eponymous book by Penelope Farmer. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Robert Smith" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/robertsmithbighairs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Charlotte Sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Cure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the faces&lt;br /&gt;All the voices blur&lt;br /&gt;Change to one face&lt;br /&gt;Change to one voice&lt;br /&gt;Prepare yourself for bed&lt;br /&gt;The light seems bright&lt;br /&gt;And glares on white walls&lt;br /&gt;All the sounds of Charlotte sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Into the night&lt;br /&gt;With Charlotte sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night after night she lay alone in bed&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes so open to the dark&lt;br /&gt;The streets all looked so strange&lt;br /&gt;They seemed so far away&lt;br /&gt;But Charlotte sometimes did not cry&lt;br /&gt;The people seemed so close&lt;br /&gt;Playing expressionless games&lt;br /&gt;The people seemed so close&lt;br /&gt;So close&lt;br /&gt;So many&lt;br /&gt;Other names&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Where all the other people dance&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Expressionless the trance&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm dreaming&lt;br /&gt;So many different names&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm dreaming&lt;br /&gt;The sounds all stay the same&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm dreaming&lt;br /&gt;She hopes to open shadowed eyes&lt;br /&gt;On a different world&lt;br /&gt;Come to me&lt;br /&gt;Scared princess&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that bleak track&lt;br /&gt;(See the sun is gone again)&lt;br /&gt;The tears were pouring down her face&lt;br /&gt;She was crying and crying for a girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who died so many years before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I dream&lt;br /&gt;Where all the people dance&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I dream&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I dream&lt;br /&gt;The sounds all stay the same&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm dreaming&lt;br /&gt;There are so many different names&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I dream&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte sometimes crying for herself&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte sometimes dreams a wall around herself&lt;br /&gt;But it's always with love&lt;br /&gt;With so much love it looks like&lt;br /&gt;Everything else&lt;br /&gt;Of Charlotte sometimes&lt;br /&gt;So far away&lt;br /&gt;Glass sealed and pretty&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte sometimes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IMaessrrU6o"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IMaessrrU6o" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Boys Don't Cry Collage" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/thecurered.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28864890-115449597830789844?l=thepumpkinland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/115449597830789844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/115449597830789844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/2006/08/from-earphone-to-stagedive.html' title='From Earphone to Stagedive'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28864890.post-115441691822318337</id><published>2006-08-01T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T19:32:00.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind The War Mask</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Behind The War Mask.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's another slide back in time. I was thinking early this morning about what materials I am going to use on my next rants. "Walk Away" or "This Corrosion" by Sisters of Mercy, "TV Man" by Bolshoi, "Charlotte Sometimes" by The Cure, "Sanctuary" by The Cult, "Career Opportunities" or "Tommy Gun" by The Clash, Audioslave frontman Chris Cornell's former band Soundgarden and the song "The Day I Tried to Live" or the Gang of Four comeback album. Then I remember something about last Sunday's late afternoon program on RMN, something that Don Lino(RMN's news correspondents in the U.S.) said about the Israel-Hezbollah war. Something behind the war itself, why a nation goes into war, arms deal, who's in the middle, why this nation and that nation always get involve, etc. Then I remember something about a punk band in the 80's, I immediately jump into ABC's, "Straight A's," "California Über Alles," which I usually do on guitar back in the 80's "The Prey," "Buzzbomb from Pasadena" then twing! "Kinky S_x Makes The World Go 'Round" off The Dead Kennedys 1987 album "Give Me Convenience or Give Me Death." It was a narrative song, a guy calling on the phone and accidentally dialed the Secretary of War at the State Department of the U.S. while a Dead Kennedys song was played on the backgroud.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="The Dead Kennedys" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/dkband2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KINKY S_X MAKES THE WORLD GO ‘ROUND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greetings…this is the Secretary of War at the State Department of the United States…We have a problem. The companies want something done about this sluggish world economic situation…profits have been running a little thin lately and we need to stimulate some growth…now we know there’s an alarmingly high number of young people roaming around in your country with nothing to do but stir up trouble for the police and damage private property. It doesn’t look like they’ll ever get a job…It’s about time we did something constructive with these people…We’ve got thousands of ‘em here too. They’re crawling all over…The companies think it’s time we all sit down, have a serious get-together - start another war…The President? He loves the idea! All those missiles streaming overhead to and fro…Napalm…People running down the road, skin on fire…The Soviets seem up for it…The Kremlin’s been itching for the real thing for years: Hell, Afghanistan’s no fun…So whadya say?…We don’t even have to win this war. We just want to cut down on some of this excess population…Now look. Just start up a draft: Draft as many people as you can. We’ll call up every last youngster we can get our hands on, hand ’em some speed, give ‘em an hour or tow to learn how to use an automatic rifle and send ‘em on their way…Libya? El Salvador? How ‘bout Northern Ireland? Or a ‘moderately repressive regime’ in South America? We’ll just cook up a good Soviet threat story in the Middle East - we need that oil…We had Libya all ready to go and Colonel Khadafy’s hit squad didn’t even show up. I tell ya…That man in unreliable. The Kremlin had their fingers on the button just like we did for that one…Now just think for a minute - we can make this war so big - so big…The more people we kill in this war, the more the economy will prosper…We can get rid of practically everybody on your dole queues if we plan this right. Take every loafer on welfare right off our computer rolls…Now don’t worry about those demonstrators - just pump up your drug supply. So many people have hooked themselves on heroin and amphetamines since we took over, it’s just like Vietnam. We had everybody so busy with LSD they never got too strong. Kept the war functioning just fine…It’s easy. We’ve got out college kids so interested in beer they don’t even care if we start manufacturing germ bombs again. Put a nuclear stockpile in their back yard, they wouldn’t even know what oit looked like…So how ‘bout it? Look - war is money. The arms manufacturers tell me unless we get our bomb factories up to full production the whole economy is going to collapse…The Soviets are in the same boat. We all agree the time has come for the big one, so whadya say?!?…that’s excellent. We knew you’d agree…The companies will be very pleased.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Give Me Convenience or Give Me Death Vinyl" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/cover_s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28864890-115441691822318337?l=thepumpkinland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/115441691822318337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/115441691822318337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/2006/08/behind-war-mask.html' title='Behind The War Mask'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28864890.post-115433310853257220</id><published>2006-07-31T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T13:04:45.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rooftops and Carparks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="252" alt="H.U.G.E." src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2984/320/huge.jpg" width="226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On previous rants panel, this rant was entitled "Rooftops and Carparks" though it's not about cars, parking lot crimes, rooftop fantasies, and RC's, but a short story from the free concert movement in the late 80's where Pinoy Bands played on SM rooftops and carparks, and about last night's 12 o'clock run, and our station anniversary show held at the Marikina Sports Complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy day was yesterday, because it was the 2nd anniversary of our station. The station that never sleeps, UNTV37, and it was HUGE! Although I was stucked the whole day on tight scanning, my mind has wings, dazed with Mcdo duties while watching the station ID's on Joe Satriani's guitar licks background. And hey, do you know that the HUGE anniversary show preview played in our locales had an opening from the Smashing Pumpkins song "I am one" off the "Gish" album?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a lot of things happened during the anniversary show. Job fairs, medical stuffs, the usual UNTV programs but LIVE, and of course, the spiritual things and insights from the Bible through Bro. Eli was the best from the long day event that started around four in the morning. I've met some friends and brethrens and caught and gave grin to Me, Myself, and I and her sister who's also a brethren and batang weirdo. Then the 12 O'clock midnight band runs with "Bro. Jamilan" along with the "ADD Strings," Dong Abay's band "Yano," former "Athena's Curse" "Alamid," (and the Crashed or Crushed or Trashed Ambulance or whatever they were called, it was true to their sound. Out of timing and awful sound check.) Then I went into another slide back in time in the late 80's where "Deans December" with Binky Lampano on vocals at the rooftop of SM WEST carpark. "Tribulation" and "Half Life, Half Death" on the front parking area. So, this would be the start of something big in our station, really big things, and big duties of course. A lot of stories to tell, but I'm having a hard time remembering things at the moment, a few smudges from my memory and sleepless nights I guess. Anyway, I pulled myself out around one O'clock in the morning and went home. Congratulations to UNTV!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U... N... T... 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HUGE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28864890-115433310853257220?l=thepumpkinland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/115433310853257220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/115433310853257220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/2006/07/rooftops-and-carparks.html' title='Rooftops and Carparks'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28864890.post-115415155190730065</id><published>2006-07-28T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T17:09:51.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Standing on a Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="The Cure" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2984/200/thecure_86_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;microdot sleeve:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"Standing on a Beach" was the Cure's double album title. It was taken from their "Killing an Arab" song line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Standing on a beach&lt;br /&gt;With a gun in my hand&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the sea&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the sand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As with "Remembering The Alphabet" on the sidebar panel and some "The Cure Artworks" from an Italian site, I've added this rants in support of that section for it is not mainly about A to Z Music Shop, but remembering the early years in my life.(So goes the title of the panel) I remember having notebooks full of designs from song lyrics and bands in my highschool days. All the years that went down the drain. I guess I miss the New Wave era. Anyway, here's a song for lovers, "The Exploding Boy" off The Cure's 1986 double album "Standing on a Beach."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Standing on a Beach Vinyl" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Exploding Boy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Cure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I couldn't hear a word you said&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't hear at all&lt;br /&gt;You talked until your tongue fell out&lt;br /&gt;And then you talked some more&lt;br /&gt;I knew if I turned&lt;br /&gt;I'd turn away from you&lt;br /&gt;And I couldn't look back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell yourself we'll start again&lt;br /&gt;Tell yourself it's not the end&lt;br /&gt;Tell yourself it couldn't happen&lt;br /&gt;Not this way&lt;br /&gt;Not today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Robert Smith" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/ribertcure.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28864890-115415155190730065?l=thepumpkinland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/115415155190730065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28864890/posts/default/115415155190730065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepumpkinland.blogspot.com/2006/07/standing-on-beach.html' title='Standing on a Beach'/><author><name>Nakabike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/tifosociao/bicycle.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
