<?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-8307073128330484807</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:17:42.672-07:00</updated><category term='music box'/><category term='paris'/><category term='moulin rouge'/><category term='DORA LIVE IN MANILA'/><category term='big ben'/><category term='prison gangs'/><category term='eiffel tower'/><category term='max&apos;s'/><category term='cromwell st.'/><category term='lizard phobia'/><category term='le moi'/><category term='missin&apos;'/><category term='25th cromwell st.'/><category term='a christmas eve portrait'/><category term='crimes that shook the world'/><category term='seine river'/><category term='pissful sunday'/><category term='ice cream for a tooth'/><title type='text'>STRIPPED</title><subtitle type='html'>NO HYPE. NO GLASS. NO PRETENSE. JUST ME. STRIPPED.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indai-chathead.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307073128330484807/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indai-chathead.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>chathead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15612567575374961907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SWsX0LKQh8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/rcrLqdomyOM/S220/new.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307073128330484807.post-6400700946129256403</id><published>2008-05-22T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T02:54:13.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summer-debut trip :p</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This pics were taken during the travel to SAMAL on my birthday, May 20, 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(it was my birthday yet i dont have a single pic..tsk3! too bad!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SDfh6b70nFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/7cLGCrj4sHw/s1600-h/IMG_2396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203876288497228882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SDfh6b70nFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/7cLGCrj4sHw/s320/IMG_2396.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SDfh6r70nGI/AAAAAAAAAEc/VJ7bwlh0IZA/s1600-h/IMG_2397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203876292792196194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SDfh6r70nGI/AAAAAAAAAEc/VJ7bwlh0IZA/s320/IMG_2397.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;from left to right: Ngit(Mcaw), Chino, and Paolo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SDfh6r70nHI/AAAAAAAAAEk/WlytKXUnDMo/s1600-h/IMG_2401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203876292792196210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SDfh6r70nHI/AAAAAAAAAEk/WlytKXUnDMo/s320/IMG_2401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;heading to the disappointing EL MAGIC resort :c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SDfh6770nII/AAAAAAAAAEs/vcbjEPtMjJE/s1600-h/IMG_2432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203876297087163522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SDfh6770nII/AAAAAAAAAEs/vcbjEPtMjJE/s320/IMG_2432.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;silhouette of yaudnat (tanduay) session wit friends and ngit :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;yum2! xat tau!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&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/8307073128330484807-6400700946129256403?l=indai-chathead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indai-chathead.blogspot.com/feeds/6400700946129256403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307073128330484807&amp;postID=6400700946129256403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307073128330484807/posts/default/6400700946129256403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307073128330484807/posts/default/6400700946129256403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indai-chathead.blogspot.com/2008/05/summer-debut-trip-p.html' title='summer-debut trip :p'/><author><name>chathead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15612567575374961907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SWsX0LKQh8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/rcrLqdomyOM/S220/new.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SDfh6b70nFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/7cLGCrj4sHw/s72-c/IMG_2396.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307073128330484807.post-6753681726159026558</id><published>2008-05-05T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T22:48:10.592-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cromwell st.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='25th cromwell st.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crimes that shook the world'/><title type='text'>CROMWELL ST.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I had finished reading my third book, Hour Game by David Baldacci that is all about a serial killer who had killed because he wants to revenge for his twin’s misfortune. It was an exciting thrill of events and that made me want to read and discover more such stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I was watching the Discovery channel one Saturday night that was entitled “inside: crimes that shook the world”. It was about that Cromwell St. and that was so nerve-wracking. It was so heinous that it made me interested on discovering full details about it. As I typed the text “Cromwell St.” on the search engine, on a second the search was up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1973 was a year for the Wests to celebrate. They walked away from Caroline Owens' rape and abduction charge with only a fine and they murdered Lynda Gough with no police repercussions at all. Then in August, their first son, Stephen, was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emboldened by their success, they abducted fifteen-year-old Carol Ann Cooper in November and amused themselves with her sexually -- that is, until she outlived her entertainment value and was snuffed out by strangulation or suffocation, dismembered and buried. She joined the growing city of the dead at 25 Cromwell Street.&lt;br /&gt;Industrious Fred, persistent in his home improvements, had enlarged the cellar and was demolishing the garage to build an extension to the main house. No matter that these improvements were done at very strange hours.&lt;br /&gt;A little over a month later, university student Lucy Partington had gone home to her mother's house to spend the Christmas holiday. On December 27, she went to visit her disabled friend and left to catch a bus shortly after 10 P.M. She had the misfortune to meet up with Fred and Rose, who probably knocked her out and abducted her. Like Carol Ann Cooper, she was tortured for approximately a week and then murdered, dismembered and buried in Fred's construction projects. He cut himself while dismembering Lucy and had to go to the hospital for stitches on January 3, 1974. Lucy, like Carol Ann Cooper, was reported missing, but there was nothing to tie the two girls to the Wests.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crimelibrary.com/serial_killers/weird/west/horrors_6.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;read more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307073128330484807-6753681726159026558?l=indai-chathead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indai-chathead.blogspot.com/feeds/6753681726159026558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307073128330484807&amp;postID=6753681726159026558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307073128330484807/posts/default/6753681726159026558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307073128330484807/posts/default/6753681726159026558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indai-chathead.blogspot.com/2008/05/cromwell-st.html' title='CROMWELL ST.'/><author><name>chathead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15612567575374961907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SWsX0LKQh8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/rcrLqdomyOM/S220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307073128330484807.post-8562671554325898180</id><published>2008-04-30T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T00:36:32.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>only $5 at pPp :c</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SBggpFYsDDI/AAAAAAAAACk/WZFYVuqPmzE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SBggpFYsDDI/AAAAAAAAACk/WZFYVuqPmzE/s320/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194938060364319794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(241, 126, 250);"&gt;Huhu.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(241, 126, 250);font-family:Wingdings;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(241, 126, 250);"&gt; I only got $5 at PPP today. All those available opps for me is full. Too bad I havent got the chance to grab another opportunity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(241, 126, 250);font-family:Wingdings;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(241, 126, 250);"&gt; hmp! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/CLIENT/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307073128330484807-8562671554325898180?l=indai-chathead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indai-chathead.blogspot.com/feeds/8562671554325898180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307073128330484807&amp;postID=8562671554325898180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307073128330484807/posts/default/8562671554325898180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307073128330484807/posts/default/8562671554325898180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indai-chathead.blogspot.com/2008/04/only-5-at-ppp-c.html' title='only $5 at pPp :c'/><author><name>chathead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15612567575374961907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SWsX0LKQh8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/rcrLqdomyOM/S220/new.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SBggpFYsDDI/AAAAAAAAACk/WZFYVuqPmzE/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307073128330484807.post-8501315075492138127</id><published>2008-04-26T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T05:49:31.611-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music box'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='max&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Max's with Music Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;"  &gt;It was Friday afternoon when we decided to go bar hopping or somewhat find a place to stay away from home. We don’t wanna spend the night doing nothing at home because we have done it the whole week. We had dinner at Max’s Restaurant. It was a plateful of fried chicken, bitter gourd with beef and the so delicious kare-kare. It was years ago when I last tasted that scrumptious fried chicken because there was no Max’s Restaurant in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:SimSun;" &gt;Davao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;"  &gt;. It had Max’s but it was years ago when it closed. It was the first and the last time I ate at Max’s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:SimSun;" &gt;Davao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;"  &gt;. Good thing I had the opportunity to eat at Max’s once more. After the mouth-watering and stomach filling dinner we headed out way to Music Box comedy bar. There were gay men performers who excellently performed in front of the crowd. They had beautiful singing voice and they were so accommodating inviting us to sing on stage. Of course, I refused to do so because I was reticent. They were so amazingly funny that even my niece Kyla refused to go even though she’s sleepy. She had fun with that gay performer named chat cause she looked like Dora the Explorer that person who really performed at Dora Live. We laughed our hearts out and enjoyed the night. We took pictures and I am gonna post it as soon as we transferred the pictures from the Digicam to the computer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:Wingdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/8307073128330484807-8501315075492138127?l=indai-chathead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indai-chathead.blogspot.com/feeds/8501315075492138127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307073128330484807&amp;postID=8501315075492138127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307073128330484807/posts/default/8501315075492138127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307073128330484807/posts/default/8501315075492138127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indai-chathead.blogspot.com/2008/04/maxs-with-music-box.html' title='Max&apos;s with Music Box'/><author><name>chathead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15612567575374961907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SWsX0LKQh8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/rcrLqdomyOM/S220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307073128330484807.post-5901729450955178637</id><published>2008-04-22T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T00:29:26.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>APRIL 22 - EARTH day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We’re celebrating Earth Day today—April 22! Maybe time for us to reflect on the sins we’ve caused abuse to mother earth. I know there are still people concerned. They still think of our environment’s condition (thank God!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SA2EnFYsDBI/AAAAAAAAACA/02FLSku6B1Y/s1600-h/ecoCOFFINS2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191951752423541778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SA2EnFYsDBI/AAAAAAAAACA/02FLSku6B1Y/s320/ecoCOFFINS2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an this article on the Philippine Star yesterday which talked about “Green Death” I mean, things considered for a burial is made up of environment-friendly materials like cardboard as a coffin and clothes made up of plant fibers. They also don’t use formaldehyde to embalm the dead body instead, the use of refrigeration or dry ice is considered for the process. Weird? Yes, kind of. But it just shows that people may think of a better way than to stick on to the convention. Oh, I forgot to tell you that before using the coffin made up of cardboard, you should first consider the place of burial; I mean the soil where you are planning to bury the dead because obviously it’s not pleasant to see the coffin with a dead body collapse because it’s wet. Right? And if you’re thinking of the budget, like the usual burial, there are funeral parlors which are of high prices and also there are still which has reasonable prices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope those innovations would also be here in the Philippines cause it’s still at London. J Happy MOURNING! :-p&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/8307073128330484807-5901729450955178637?l=indai-chathead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indai-chathead.blogspot.com/feeds/5901729450955178637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307073128330484807&amp;postID=5901729450955178637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307073128330484807/posts/default/5901729450955178637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307073128330484807/posts/default/5901729450955178637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indai-chathead.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-22-earth-day.html' title='APRIL 22 - EARTH day'/><author><name>chathead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15612567575374961907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SWsX0LKQh8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/rcrLqdomyOM/S220/new.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SA2EnFYsDBI/AAAAAAAAACA/02FLSku6B1Y/s72-c/ecoCOFFINS2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307073128330484807.post-7023989511889049698</id><published>2008-04-20T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T00:56:27.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>of becoming a BOOKWORM</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;; color: rgb(227, 108, 10);"&gt;A few days ago I started reading the book Digital Fortress by Dan Brown and I had finished it after reading it for two days with breaks. That was my 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; pocketbook ever read for almost 18 years since I was born next to “My Daughter’s struggle with Alcoholism” if I’m not mistaken with the title. It was strange for me finishing a book because from elementary through high school I haven’t finished even a single pocketbook knowing that in high school students are starting to be trained to love reading. Back then, I still haven’t finished any despite those book reviews. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Wingdings; color: rgb(227, 108, 10);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;; color: rgb(227, 108, 10);"&gt; I now realized that reading books isn’t boring at all, especially with those fictional and thrilling books. Now, I am starting my third pocketbook by David Baldacci entitled Hour Game—a serial killer whom they are trying to catch. Up to this time, I’m on my 15&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; out of a 100 chapter and I am looking forward unto finishing it hopefully by tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Wingdings; color: rgb(227, 108, 10);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;; color: rgb(227, 108, 10);"&gt; this is what boredome can result to—reading even though it isn’t my interest.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/8307073128330484807-7023989511889049698?l=indai-chathead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indai-chathead.blogspot.com/feeds/7023989511889049698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307073128330484807&amp;postID=7023989511889049698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307073128330484807/posts/default/7023989511889049698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307073128330484807/posts/default/7023989511889049698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indai-chathead.blogspot.com/2008/04/of-becoming-bookworm.html' title='of becoming a BOOKWORM'/><author><name>chathead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15612567575374961907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SWsX0LKQh8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/rcrLqdomyOM/S220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307073128330484807.post-2550302235113111788</id><published>2008-04-19T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T01:17:18.888-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice cream for a tooth'/><title type='text'>ice cream for a tooth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mensa-barbie.com/bloggerimages/MB_1Vanilla-ginger%20Ice-cream_1%20copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 225px;" src="http://www.mensa-barbie.com/bloggerimages/MB_1Vanilla-ginger%20Ice-cream_1%20copy.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Poor Richard&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(204, 192, 217);"&gt;Damn! It was Saturday and i am going to meet the dentist nearby to have my teeth cleaned and to have tooth extracted. I didn’t expect it for me to experience such pain…such severe pain. It was my first time for both procedures so I don’t have any idea on how much pain it would cost me. I thought it would be painless because of the anesthesia they injected. But, I was wrong, really, wrong. It was truly painful, a whole lot painful than having my tongue and eyebrow pierced and if I would choose between having my tooth extracted and having a body pierce, I would surely love to choose the latter. This was the price I have to pay for not taking care of my teeth. Too bad it summed up in to extracting my teeth. And again, hopefully by next week another tooth will be taken out of its place and I’ll have to suffer such pain again…I just wish this tooth will disappear overnight so that I will not have to experience that pain once again! Too bad in reality it won’t really happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Wingdings; color: rgb(204, 192, 217);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Poor Richard&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(204, 192, 217);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/8307073128330484807-2550302235113111788?l=indai-chathead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indai-chathead.blogspot.com/feeds/2550302235113111788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307073128330484807&amp;postID=2550302235113111788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307073128330484807/posts/default/2550302235113111788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307073128330484807/posts/default/2550302235113111788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indai-chathead.blogspot.com/2008/04/ice-cream-for-tooth.html' title='ice cream for a tooth'/><author><name>chathead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15612567575374961907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SWsX0LKQh8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/rcrLqdomyOM/S220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307073128330484807.post-5123985076959316526</id><published>2008-04-17T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T08:06:55.587-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missin&apos;'/><title type='text'>missin' someone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SAdnVzcbaAI/AAAAAAAAABI/cWktC_s5xts/s1600-h/1_308056753l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190230719852144642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="164" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SAdnVzcbaAI/AAAAAAAAABI/cWktC_s5xts/s200/1_308056753l.jpg" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'M MISSIN' YOU...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307073128330484807-5123985076959316526?l=indai-chathead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indai-chathead.blogspot.com/feeds/5123985076959316526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307073128330484807&amp;postID=5123985076959316526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307073128330484807/posts/default/5123985076959316526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307073128330484807/posts/default/5123985076959316526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indai-chathead.blogspot.com/2008/04/missin-someone.html' title='missin&apos; someone'/><author><name>chathead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15612567575374961907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SWsX0LKQh8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/rcrLqdomyOM/S220/new.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SAdnVzcbaAI/AAAAAAAAABI/cWktC_s5xts/s72-c/1_308056753l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307073128330484807.post-3833408864645645496</id><published>2008-04-14T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T23:13:08.230-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seine river'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moulin rouge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eiffel tower'/><title type='text'>GIRLS NEXT DOOR's trip to PARIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SAL0nTcbZ8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/KIcOIZP-HAw/s1600-h/paris_seine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 185px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SAL0nTcbZ8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/KIcOIZP-HAw/s320/paris_seine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188978676755818434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SAL0QDcbZ7I/AAAAAAAAAAg/GnydEvqYBzA/s1600-h/Eiffel+Tower+58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 185px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SAL0QDcbZ7I/AAAAAAAAAAg/GnydEvqYBzA/s320/Eiffel+Tower+58.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188978277323859890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SALzpzcbZ6I/AAAAAAAAAAY/lj0J6BUhpPA/s1600-h/moulin+rouge+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 185px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SALzpzcbZ6I/AAAAAAAAAAY/lj0J6BUhpPA/s320/moulin+rouge+web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188977620193863586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SAL1NjcbZ9I/AAAAAAAAAAw/Vt25MKBXzvE/s1600-h/big_ben_from_river.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 184px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SAL1NjcbZ9I/AAAAAAAAAAw/Vt25MKBXzvE/s320/big_ben_from_river.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188979333885814738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I was watching this cable channel one Sunday afternoon when this certain television show entitled girls next door had a tour around Europe. I was just amazed by the glamorous living of the people there. They had visited the Big Ben, the Eiffel tower, the Seine river and the night bars. I was just stunned by how they turned those pornographic night club into an artistic way of performance. It was just astonishing! The Moulin Rouge which starred gorgeous showgirls in their incredible costumes was so colorful that it can catch the attention of people. I was just enamored Europe and I am looking forward on visiting those wonderful sights I've seen then.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SAL1NjcbZ9I/AAAAAAAAAAw/Vt25MKBXzvE/s1600-h/big_ben_from_river.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 184px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SAL1NjcbZ9I/AAAAAAAAAAw/Vt25MKBXzvE/s320/big_ben_from_river.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188979333885814738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SALzpzcbZ6I/AAAAAAAAAAY/lj0J6BUhpPA/s1600-h/moulin+rouge+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 185px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SALzpzcbZ6I/AAAAAAAAAAY/lj0J6BUhpPA/s320/moulin+rouge+web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188977620193863586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SAL0QDcbZ7I/AAAAAAAAAAg/GnydEvqYBzA/s1600-h/Eiffel+Tower+58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 185px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SAL0QDcbZ7I/AAAAAAAAAAg/GnydEvqYBzA/s320/Eiffel+Tower+58.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188978277323859890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SAL0nTcbZ8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/KIcOIZP-HAw/s1600-h/paris_seine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 185px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SAL0nTcbZ8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/KIcOIZP-HAw/s320/paris_seine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188978676755818434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307073128330484807-3833408864645645496?l=indai-chathead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indai-chathead.blogspot.com/feeds/3833408864645645496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307073128330484807&amp;postID=3833408864645645496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307073128330484807/posts/default/3833408864645645496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307073128330484807/posts/default/3833408864645645496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indai-chathead.blogspot.com/2008/04/girls-next-doors-trip-to-paris.html' title='GIRLS NEXT DOOR&apos;s trip to PARIS'/><author><name>chathead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15612567575374961907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SWsX0LKQh8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/rcrLqdomyOM/S220/new.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SAL0nTcbZ8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/KIcOIZP-HAw/s72-c/paris_seine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307073128330484807.post-253094504719202582</id><published>2008-04-13T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T23:15:26.666-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pissful sunday'/><title type='text'>PISSful sunday shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt; well, nothing important... im just pissed off right now discovering that this certain guy lied to me yesterday and then it was just disgusting to hear his alibi. WHAT a PISSful sunday! shit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307073128330484807-253094504719202582?l=indai-chathead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indai-chathead.blogspot.com/feeds/253094504719202582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307073128330484807&amp;postID=253094504719202582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307073128330484807/posts/default/253094504719202582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307073128330484807/posts/default/253094504719202582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indai-chathead.blogspot.com/2008/04/pissful-sunday-shit.html' title='PISSful sunday shit'/><author><name>chathead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15612567575374961907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SWsX0LKQh8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/rcrLqdomyOM/S220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307073128330484807.post-966209559874192323</id><published>2008-03-23T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T01:04:03.420-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='le moi'/><title type='text'>le moi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SBgnG1YsDPI/AAAAAAAAAEE/0jZcZpysKzg/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SBgnG1YsDPI/AAAAAAAAAEE/0jZcZpysKzg/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194945168535194866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the "tanga" moments of le moi...while charging the video camera and still not having our lunch at almost 2 o'clock in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SBgnG1YsDQI/AAAAAAAAAEM/JEmkWwuOJuA/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SBgnG1YsDQI/AAAAAAAAAEM/JEmkWwuOJuA/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194945168535194882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smiling moments... the camera is LOW batt again! :(&lt;br /&gt;so, picture2 nlng sa... :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SBgmylYsDOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/kohmBNgrQLc/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307073128330484807-966209559874192323?l=indai-chathead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indai-chathead.blogspot.com/feeds/966209559874192323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307073128330484807&amp;postID=966209559874192323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307073128330484807/posts/default/966209559874192323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307073128330484807/posts/default/966209559874192323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indai-chathead.blogspot.com/2008/03/le-moi.html' title='le moi'/><author><name>chathead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15612567575374961907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SWsX0LKQh8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/rcrLqdomyOM/S220/new.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SBgnG1YsDPI/AAAAAAAAAEE/0jZcZpysKzg/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307073128330484807.post-3425096026529998673</id><published>2008-03-22T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T00:38:02.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TENNIS BALLS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;In tennis a set is won by the first player to win 6 games unless the score reaches 5-5, in which case the set is won 7-5 or 7-6.&lt;br /&gt;At Wimbledon the first batch of tennis balls is used for the warmup and the first 7 games. Each subsequent batch of balls is used for 9 games. As a result of these rules, there are certain scores during the course of play of the second set, that, if this procedure is followed, a new batch of balls would never be called in upon being reached.&lt;br /&gt;Dick was officiating at a match which he called for a new batch of balls in the second set at three points among these occasions when supposedly a new batch of balls could never be appropriate, as described in the preceding paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;The two competitors were Tom and Harry, and the number of games that Tom had won in the second set was the same at the times of the second and third of these three "impossible" calls for new balls.&lt;br /&gt;What was the score at each of the times that Dick called for new balls when in theory he should never call for them at such scores? &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/8307073128330484807-3425096026529998673?l=indai-chathead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indai-chathead.blogspot.com/feeds/3425096026529998673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307073128330484807&amp;postID=3425096026529998673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307073128330484807/posts/default/3425096026529998673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307073128330484807/posts/default/3425096026529998673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indai-chathead.blogspot.com/2008/03/tennis-balls.html' title='TENNIS BALLS'/><author><name>chathead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15612567575374961907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SWsX0LKQh8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/rcrLqdomyOM/S220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307073128330484807.post-6566155927386611952</id><published>2008-03-17T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T00:52:23.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy stuffs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;chat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;`head&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;sleepoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;`head&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SBgkPFYsDJI/AAAAAAAAADU/XEka4Urh61g/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SBgkPFYsDJI/AAAAAAAAADU/XEka4Urh61g/s200/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194942011734232210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SBgj_lYsDFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/cadMEw7TSBY/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SBgj_lYsDFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/cadMEw7TSBY/s200/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194941745446259794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SBgkPFYsDKI/AAAAAAAAADc/oTLmX4xJd3I/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SBgkPFYsDKI/AAAAAAAAADc/oTLmX4xJd3I/s200/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194942011734232226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SBgkAFYsDII/AAAAAAAAADM/55weX3WBmUM/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SBgkAFYsDII/AAAAAAAAADM/55weX3WBmUM/s200/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194941754036194434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SBgj_1YsDHI/AAAAAAAAADE/2A9mqTqFmBY/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SBgj_1YsDHI/AAAAAAAAADE/2A9mqTqFmBY/s200/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194941749741227122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SBgj_lYsDGI/AAAAAAAAAC8/S1Bahnw8pNc/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SBgj_lYsDGI/AAAAAAAAAC8/S1Bahnw8pNc/s200/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194941745446259810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SBgj_VYsDEI/AAAAAAAAACs/uipNim4ZKxw/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SBgj_VYsDEI/AAAAAAAAACs/uipNim4ZKxw/s200/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194941741151292482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;chat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;`head&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;sleepoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;`head&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307073128330484807-6566155927386611952?l=indai-chathead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indai-chathead.blogspot.com/feeds/6566155927386611952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307073128330484807&amp;postID=6566155927386611952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307073128330484807/posts/default/6566155927386611952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307073128330484807/posts/default/6566155927386611952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indai-chathead.blogspot.com/2008/04/crazy-stuffs.html' title='crazy stuffs'/><author><name>chathead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15612567575374961907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SWsX0LKQh8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/rcrLqdomyOM/S220/new.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SBgkPFYsDJI/AAAAAAAAADU/XEka4Urh61g/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307073128330484807.post-3915217795471194154</id><published>2008-03-15T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T07:59:45.810-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DORA LIVE IN MANILA'/><title type='text'>DORA THE EXPLORER LIVE IN MANILA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SAdl1DcbZ_I/AAAAAAAAABA/_fgZirxUicw/s1600-h/Dora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190229057699801074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SAdl1DcbZ_I/AAAAAAAAABA/_fgZirxUicw/s320/Dora.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;DORA is my niece's favorite cartoon character. With her "&lt;em&gt;excelente!"&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;"delisyoso". &lt;/em&gt;She's really loving it! I believe that was the reason why I had her YES in coming here in Manila aside from visiting the newly opened Oceanarium. She wanted to see DORA the EXPLORER live in Manila. She would be performing on April 17-27 at the Aliw Theatre. I am really also overwhelmed knowing that she would visit the Philippines yet all my expectations broke when i knew that the person who will perform DORA would be a real woman, with just a dull costume. NO mascots and so on... It's just a dull DORA. And the most disgusting part is that, she do not look like Dora. She had Dora's costume, the shirt, the shorts, that bag, the hair, but over all, SHE IS NOT DORA. She do not look like one. She had a fair complexion, not dark like Dora's, and she do not have a circle, plate-like face. Yet, her voice was nice. She's singing nice. Well, i already didn't have the interest on watching that show! So bad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307073128330484807-3915217795471194154?l=indai-chathead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indai-chathead.blogspot.com/feeds/3915217795471194154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307073128330484807&amp;postID=3915217795471194154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307073128330484807/posts/default/3915217795471194154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307073128330484807/posts/default/3915217795471194154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indai-chathead.blogspot.com/2008/03/dora-explorer-live-in-manila.html' title='DORA THE EXPLORER LIVE IN MANILA'/><author><name>chathead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15612567575374961907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SWsX0LKQh8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/rcrLqdomyOM/S220/new.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SAdl1DcbZ_I/AAAAAAAAABA/_fgZirxUicw/s72-c/Dora.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307073128330484807.post-1421625287862259495</id><published>2008-03-14T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T07:40:58.316-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lizard phobia'/><title type='text'>oohh! that freakin' lizard!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;It's funny how my mom screamed like there's fire when she saw that tiny baby lizard crawling and taking its tour around the wall and ceilings of our home. She was really afraid of lizard. And when i say, really afraid, she's afraid at the nth level that she would kill that tiny creature with an insect spray. Well, we all know that lizards aren't insects. But hey, she would really kill it! Oh that poor little lizard... I can't help myself but pity the creature and surely can't help myself but ask what's that phobia of lizards called? Do you have an idea? Well, i really don't have any. Maybe i could guess but I know it wouldn't do good. Instead, i found myself searching it on the internet--herpetophobia was it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Herpetophobia was a phobia of reptiles. It is one of the most common phobia people usually have. For my mom, there's no way of overcoming her fears, because she personally doesn't want it. If she do not like it then you can't really force her. Thank God i'm not really closing my mind into overcoming my fears...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307073128330484807-1421625287862259495?l=indai-chathead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indai-chathead.blogspot.com/feeds/1421625287862259495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307073128330484807&amp;postID=1421625287862259495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307073128330484807/posts/default/1421625287862259495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307073128330484807/posts/default/1421625287862259495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indai-chathead.blogspot.com/2008/03/oohh-that-freakin-lizard.html' title='oohh! that freakin&apos; lizard!'/><author><name>chathead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15612567575374961907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SWsX0LKQh8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/rcrLqdomyOM/S220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307073128330484807.post-7785904178579705744</id><published>2008-03-13T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T23:24:33.651-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prison gangs'/><title type='text'>PRISON GANGS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SAL4izcbZ-I/AAAAAAAAAA4/9lSZs5CWDEU/s1600-h/image612325x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SAL4izcbZ-I/AAAAAAAAAA4/9lSZs5CWDEU/s320/image612325x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188982997492918242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just like in the real world, in prison there are gangs. But in prison, gangs are far more prevalent. These gangs despite what people would like to believe, are an integral part of the functionality of the prison system. However, they work very differently on the inside than on the outside. Be mindful of gang members, but avoid joining a gang: gang members are soldiers, and gang leaders demand absolute loyalty. If you join a gang, you may be ordered to do something that will keep you in prison a lot longer; a gang member has no choice, because aside from getting out of prison, there's only one way to quit a prison gang while in prison: die.   &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307073128330484807-7785904178579705744?l=indai-chathead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indai-chathead.blogspot.com/feeds/7785904178579705744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307073128330484807&amp;postID=7785904178579705744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307073128330484807/posts/default/7785904178579705744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307073128330484807/posts/default/7785904178579705744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indai-chathead.blogspot.com/2008/03/prison-gangs.html' title='PRISON GANGS'/><author><name>chathead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15612567575374961907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SWsX0LKQh8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/rcrLqdomyOM/S220/new.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SAL4izcbZ-I/AAAAAAAAAA4/9lSZs5CWDEU/s72-c/image612325x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307073128330484807.post-4932308179605150589</id><published>2008-03-12T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T00:57:58.779-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a christmas eve portrait'/><title type='text'>a christmas eve portrait</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SBgmBFYsDMI/AAAAAAAAADs/aT2XXd-AAzA/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SBgmBFYsDMI/AAAAAAAAADs/aT2XXd-AAzA/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194943970239319234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A portrait inside the comfort room on Christmas eve.&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/8307073128330484807-4932308179605150589?l=indai-chathead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indai-chathead.blogspot.com/feeds/4932308179605150589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307073128330484807&amp;postID=4932308179605150589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307073128330484807/posts/default/4932308179605150589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307073128330484807/posts/default/4932308179605150589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indai-chathead.blogspot.com/2008/04/christmas-eve-portrait.html' title='a christmas eve portrait'/><author><name>chathead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15612567575374961907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SWsX0LKQh8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/rcrLqdomyOM/S220/new.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SBgmBFYsDMI/AAAAAAAAADs/aT2XXd-AAzA/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307073128330484807.post-7311166329625832280</id><published>2008-03-11T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T23:05:27.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STIGMATA: false or real?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;tigmata are wounds or skin blotches which match the wounds suffered by Jesus during his trial and crucifixion. Some people believe that they can appear spontaneously through a miraculous act of God. But the evidence often points to natural causes, such as self-wounding or unusual medical conditions.&lt;br /&gt;Some stigmata have unusual shapes, such as a cross or a circle, and a few even glow in the dark. Many of them also produce a pleasant perfume-like odor. In a few rare cases they aren't even visible, but are known to be present from the pain that they cause.&lt;br /&gt;Because stigmata are counterparts to the wounds suffered by Christ, they are normally found on the hands and feet, on one side of the chest, and on the head, shoulders, and back. But they are not always real wounds, for many of them occur in the form of purplish skin blotches or tattoo-like markings. However, in a few cases, what looks like a blotch may actually be a real wound, because small amounts of blood will sometimes seep from it, even though no breaks are visible in the skin.&lt;br /&gt;The word "stigmata" is the plural of the Greek word "stigma". This was an ancient name for marks that were pricked or branded onto the bodies of slaves and soldiers for identification purposes. The word was also applied to religious symbols tattooed onto members of pagan cults to show their devotion to particular gods and goddesses.&lt;br /&gt;The first known use of the word with regard to the wounds of Christ occurs in Galatians 6:17, where the Apostle Paul says "I bear on my body the marks of Jesus." Biblical scholars aren't sure what kind of marks Paul was referring to. Possibly they were the result of wounds he'd received from scourgings and stonings by people who opposed his teaching. But another possibility is that he intentionally inflicted wounds on himself in an attempt to experience the same pain that Jesus felt.&lt;br /&gt;Attempts to re-experience the suffering of Jesus definitely took place during the Middle Ages. Writings from that period contain many reports of mystics deliberately wounding themselves for such a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;After self-wounding became common, people began to hear stories about wounds that appeared spontaneously. The most prominent case involved Saint Francis of Assisi, who died in 1226. It was said that his stigmata became present two years before his death, and that his hands actually appeared to have nails in them.&lt;br /&gt;After Saint Francis died, other reports of spontaneous stigmata began to appear, and have continued to do so ever since. Near the end of the nineteenth century, an investigation by Dr. Antoine Imbert-Gourbeyre (1818-1912) identified hundreds of cases that had occurred up to that time. And the rate of occurrence seemed to increase during the twentieth century.&lt;br /&gt;The best-known stigmatics of modern times include Padre Pio, Therese Neumann, Heather Woods, and Lilian Bernas, but there have been many others. In some modern cases, people have reported that they went into a trance in which they seemed to be nailed to a cross, and when they awoke they found the wounds or markings on their bodies.&lt;br /&gt;Modern investigations indicate that stigmata can persist for different time periods, from a few hours to many years. They often appear suddenly, remain for a few days, then quickly fade away. In a few cases they have appeared on Good Friday and vanished on Easter morning.&lt;br /&gt;Many Christians believe that the sudden appearance of stigmata is a supernatural sign that a person is very close to God. According to some reports, the miraculous nature of the wounds is verified by the fact that they don't respond to medical treatment, but can suddenly heal without treatment and without leaving any scars.&lt;br /&gt;Some stigmatics say that they gladly suffer from the pain because their sacrifice helps pay for the sins of other people.&lt;br /&gt;Stigmata are sometimes accompanied by other unusual phenomena such as powers of prophecy and the ability to live with very little food or water. St. Catherine of Siena (1347-1381) reportedly went without water for an entire month while her wounds were present. And Angela of Foligno (1250-1309) didn't eat anything for twelve years except for what was offered at the Eucharist. Other associated phenomena include visions, trance-like states, and tears of blood.&lt;br /&gt;Many people doubt the claims about supernatural or miraculous causes for stigmata. One reason for this is that none of the reported miraculous occurrences has ever been documented by strict scientific methods. In addition, there may be natural explanations for all of the reported phenomena. Here are several possible explanations:&lt;br /&gt;--- A person could inflict wounds on himself while in a state of religious ecstasy and not remember doing it afterward. Failure to remember a self-infliction could also occur if an alternate personality temporarily took control of a person's body and created the stigmata.&lt;br /&gt;--- Another possibility is that intense prayer or deep meditation could bring about a psychosomatic reaction that causes the wounds or marks to appear. This process, sometimes called "psychogenic purpura", has been investigated medically, and there is some evidence that it can actually occur.&lt;br /&gt;--- Some people have secretly wounded themselves in an attempt to get attention or look pious. One well-known example was Magdalena de la Cruz (1487–1560), who eventually admitted that her wounds were a hoax. In a modern case, carbolic acid was reportedly applied to the skin to create blister-like wounds. Another way to create fake stigmata is to paint them onto the skin, and several people have apparently used this method. The use of painted-on markings could explain cases in which the stigmata have unusual shapes, or glow in the dark, or appear to heal without leaving any scars.&lt;br /&gt;Another reason for suspicion arises from questions about the locations of stigmata on a person's body. For example, many scholars doubt that Jesus even had any wounds on his hands. Available evidence indicates that the flesh of the hands isn't firm enough to hold a body on a cross, and that the nails were normally driven through the wrists instead.&lt;br /&gt;Stigmata occasionally appear on individuals who aren't considered to be pious. One common explanation for such cases is that they are the work of the Devil.&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/8307073128330484807-7311166329625832280?l=indai-chathead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indai-chathead.blogspot.com/feeds/7311166329625832280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307073128330484807&amp;postID=7311166329625832280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307073128330484807/posts/default/7311166329625832280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307073128330484807/posts/default/7311166329625832280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indai-chathead.blogspot.com/2008/03/stigmata-false-or-real.html' title='STIGMATA: false or real?'/><author><name>chathead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15612567575374961907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NnxilVmLo/SWsX0LKQh8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/rcrLqdomyOM/S220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
