<?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-1575202829430881754</id><updated>2012-02-11T02:26:50.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just black and white</title><subtitle type='html'>with shades of grey...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclefranco.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575202829430881754/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclefranco.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575202829430881754.post-342483191799310718</id><published>2011-09-23T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T11:00:33.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The blast from my past</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-90iKwvaa_pA/TnzHo-PNkeI/AAAAAAAAAis/Gis8OUZqvTU/s1600/BN16158_22.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zCXoMPjEeqE/TnzG0ehsC1I/AAAAAAAAAik/SQPmR2GkAno/s400/IMG_0252%2B%25282%2529.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655613836920359762" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;21 was the age I got my first car thanks to my dad. I was about to start work and needed a ride. New cars were way off the price range, 40k and above and I couldn't imagine getting a second hand proton. It just wouldn't cut it.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to go back a couple of decades and look for something that was of my taste and reasonable in price. I found an add on Motor Trader and rushed my dad to Jalan Kelang Lama. It merun in colour, wheels that popped my eyes out and a shaped body that got me all excited. Not many people share the same feeling, but somethings you know its yours when you see it and this classic 81' Celica was mine o' mine. To me it was a bargain , 11k , and if you offered me a new City to trade ,I did say keep it , no thank you. The biggest drawback was the leopard prints which filled the interior, well I actually didn't mind having it in there for a while, it gave the Bee Gees tunes a proper stage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But since then, it has gone through hell and back with its transformation with thousands spent  to get it to where it is today. Its going to be my first and my last car so why not. It has gave me memories that I personally share,its one of my prized possession. Its somewhere I can run away from the cruel world, crab my camera,turn up my music up , chuck my wolf-dogs at the back and ride off to the wide and open roads of the world , and ideally if I am not coming back I will grab my bike as well! It is indeed my home away from home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-90iKwvaa_pA/TnzHo-PNkeI/AAAAAAAAAis/Gis8OUZqvTU/s1600/BN16158_22.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-90iKwvaa_pA/TnzHo-PNkeI/AAAAAAAAAis/Gis8OUZqvTU/s400/BN16158_22.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655614738785997282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 259px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1575202829430881754-342483191799310718?l=unclefranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclefranco.blogspot.com/feeds/342483191799310718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575202829430881754&amp;postID=342483191799310718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575202829430881754/posts/default/342483191799310718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575202829430881754/posts/default/342483191799310718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclefranco.blogspot.com/2011/09/blast-of-my-past.html' title='The blast from my past'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zCXoMPjEeqE/TnzG0ehsC1I/AAAAAAAAAik/SQPmR2GkAno/s72-c/IMG_0252%2B%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575202829430881754.post-2190490056746156195</id><published>2007-09-12T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T08:27:35.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Empathy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Ruf8i85BfOI/AAAAAAAAASY/z64G4C2LwT4/s1600-h/A_Pair_of_Shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Ruf8i85BfOI/AAAAAAAAASY/z64G4C2LwT4/s200/A_Pair_of_Shoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109329979666169058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to be mistaken with sympathy, empathy takes stride in understanding another persons emotions. Its about taking  a walk in their shoes, putting yourself in the similar situations they were in. Well this is what we tell everyone when we try to get them to understand a particular event. This is the catch.....some of us may know but many tend to forget, the term 'walking in someone else's shoe' TO ME actually means further looking at the situation through the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;other parties eyes&lt;/span&gt;, considering his level of thinking and rationality. Never judge a matter through our own beliefs, because naturally we are all very different people, thoughts logically vary. So when giving advice or opinions, never wonder what we would have done, it simply isn't fair to the other party. Just try our best to see what they see, feel what they may feel and do our best in accommodating their emotions as this enormous place we call earth, doesn't revolve around our beliefs, whether we like it or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575202829430881754-2190490056746156195?l=unclefranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclefranco.blogspot.com/feeds/2190490056746156195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575202829430881754&amp;postID=2190490056746156195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575202829430881754/posts/default/2190490056746156195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575202829430881754/posts/default/2190490056746156195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclefranco.blogspot.com/2007/09/empathy.html' title='Empathy'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Ruf8i85BfOI/AAAAAAAAASY/z64G4C2LwT4/s72-c/A_Pair_of_Shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575202829430881754.post-2985814355198453552</id><published>2007-09-04T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T10:12:11.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Full of grace</title><content type='html'>There was a couple of blogs I read a few weeks back jokingly implying God made women second to men to improvise on his prior creation. In so many ways, though its not literally tru&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Rt2KcSHXqNI/AAAAAAAAARw/CdTS6EFzqLo/s1600-h/veracruz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Rt2KcSHXqNI/AAAAAAAAARw/CdTS6EFzqLo/s200/veracruz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106389771011729618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e, God certainly put an extra touch on the female species. Firm yet graceful they command attention, weaken our knees and capture our hearts at just one glance. I never believed in equality between men and women, both have very distinguish &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Rt2N4iHXqPI/AAAAAAAAASA/WXb5QqrC22k/s1600-h/tn_MorningSun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Rt2N4iHXqPI/AAAAAAAAASA/WXb5QqrC22k/s200/tn_MorningSun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106393554877917426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;capabilities. Its our differences which creates attraction to another though in some circumstances the world has evolved abruptly( another story for another day) Men are animals( sorry guys but it true in so many different ways..well maybe not all) while women have this aura around them that  demands respect. Its how I view chivalry ,  plenty may say he has died or extinct. Well, I honestly have no idea but to me it simply means being respectful and courteous to woman in every possible way no matter who they maybe, friend, mother or lover even just a stranger. Naturally, your lover gets the extra attention because of the connection which is obviously levels higher.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly , th&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Rt2K0iHXqOI/AAAAAAAAAR4/mFjLvHxTIgc/s1600-h/535963950_cf49b2c798_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Rt2K0iHXqOI/AAAAAAAAAR4/mFjLvHxTIgc/s200/535963950_cf49b2c798_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106390187623557346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;is concept has been misused by countless 'boys' so to speak just to impress a woman, and it only survives during the so call 'kao-ing' stages which I believe is so wrong but it does happen nowadays. Chivalry is not a practice, its a way of life and it also denotes, never treat a woman any lesser than how she was treated before.&lt;br /&gt;Women can love like no other and to have that privilege to experience their love is a chance of a lifetime. Their caring and giving nature precedes the only grace left on earth, are all through women.Inspiring is the word. Although minds have evolved and the world has dramatically changed, the only hope I have for mankind is through the grace of  women to keep men at their feet. I am just happy, I have found mine and I truly hope she knows. Finally, I tactfully pray, evolution will spare the extinction of grace left here on earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575202829430881754-2985814355198453552?l=unclefranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclefranco.blogspot.com/feeds/2985814355198453552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575202829430881754&amp;postID=2985814355198453552' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575202829430881754/posts/default/2985814355198453552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575202829430881754/posts/default/2985814355198453552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclefranco.blogspot.com/2007/09/full-of-grace.html' title='Full of grace'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Rt2KcSHXqNI/AAAAAAAAARw/CdTS6EFzqLo/s72-c/veracruz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575202829430881754.post-5531829238686657586</id><published>2007-09-03T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T08:45:46.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>power of the mind</title><content type='html'>This right here is the icing on the cake...with beautiful candles lit...creamy spongy chocolate feeling.....  topping my number one list of inventions. Evolution and revolutions are and will always be the result of this creation. From a neutral point of view, to those atheists, agnostics and freethinkers, whats your take on these? How was this sublime invention created? Just curious..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so often made to think,act, speak and simply conform to the basic challenges human's undergo. Everything you are doing right this very second are all responses from various parts of your brain.Its amazing how each and every tissue affects our reaction at the very next second......like right now. Lets forget about the common left and right brain theory , here's something relatively less popular, our limbic and cortical brain. While L and R relates to our IQ, this generates our EQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/RtwpHCHXqEI/AAAAAAAAAQo/QtzYOCqyh30/s1600-h/brain_headBorder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/RtwpHCHXqEI/AAAAAAAAAQo/QtzYOCqyh30/s320/brain_headBorder.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106001278334904386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Limbic Brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotions and memory&lt;br /&gt;determines experiences to be stored for the long term&lt;br /&gt;powerful enough to override conscious thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cortical Brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;complex&lt;br /&gt;analysis and interpretation&lt;br /&gt;creativity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emotional Hijacking -  The Amygdala Factor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A very interesting theory I came about. Wonder why sometimes we regret an act we committed seconds ago, maybe going off at someone, even a sudden kiss and if anger get the best of you, it can even drive you to do things you never imagined. Some fears that we developed at childhood are the bearing of this hijacks, for example, I am dead scared of cockroaches, yeah since my toddler years if I remember well (well not really scared, more to disgusted..hehe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an escape link though, this hijack can only biologically lasts for 6 seconds. This is how it hijacks, so be aware:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A trigger: a catalyst that generates an impulse&lt;br /&gt;2. A strong emotion (anger, fear etc.)&lt;br /&gt;3. An instant, impulsive and irrational reaction that is&lt;br /&gt;inappropriate to the situation (the reaction need not&lt;br /&gt;be overt)&lt;br /&gt;4. A subsequent feeling of regret or embarrassment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, there is a biological explanation for everything bodily accept miracles of course if you believe in them or even if you are another of my favorite , House M.D, its fine as well. Avoiding  the hijacking is perhaps an alternative, always be aware of when and where it can strike. Proper preventive measures will leave you in control of your emotions at periods you wish you had....exp. get out of the situation and take some time to think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well so much for the brain..mines getting tired..Well heres something to ponder and laugh upon. How true this one is, just depends on you....:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Rtwr0iHXqHI/AAAAAAAAARA/L5K-2V4yAIU/s1600-h/male_brain.gif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Rtwr0iHXqHI/AAAAAAAAARA/L5K-2V4yAIU/s320/male_brain.gif.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106004259042207858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Rtwr_iHXqII/AAAAAAAAARI/vXbp904F8FM/s1600-h/female_brain.gif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Rtwr_iHXqII/AAAAAAAAARI/vXbp904F8FM/s320/female_brain.gif.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106004448020768898" 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/1575202829430881754-5531829238686657586?l=unclefranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclefranco.blogspot.com/feeds/5531829238686657586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575202829430881754&amp;postID=5531829238686657586' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575202829430881754/posts/default/5531829238686657586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575202829430881754/posts/default/5531829238686657586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclefranco.blogspot.com/2007/09/power-of-mind.html' title='power of the mind'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/RtwpHCHXqEI/AAAAAAAAAQo/QtzYOCqyh30/s72-c/brain_headBorder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575202829430881754.post-3147539956336054862</id><published>2007-08-31T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T22:14:38.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strada di responsabilità</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/RtjyhCHXqDI/AAAAAAAAAQg/2N-2yiVBqus/s1600-h/TGSE00071_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/RtjyhCHXqDI/AAAAAAAAAQg/2N-2yiVBqus/s320/TGSE00071_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105096826941843506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in life comes easy. o. Its been a rough couple of weeks, well rough is an understatement. Its crazy when you're hit with seemingly 10,000 problems, furthermore when they all are not exactly yours in the first place. They just become yours because of 3 words, responsibility, consciousness and love with inevitably refers to the word family. How far are you willing to go when you hear  silent call for help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard off destructive familial ties which has ended with unspoken events and I am sure we all have heard countless stories that taints our ears.  My family has this perhaps unusual bond of showing our love without saying a word and its not necessarily through actions as well. We just seem to be there when any of us are in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was when I was called into service. I always wondered why my ambition to work in Australia and to be with my love was always halted, I guess God sent me home to look after matters my parents just couldn't handle, at least now I know why. Its so strange how society can change someone as it did to my brother. It all started at a wrong government school, mixing with the wrong people. The affect lasted and my job was to make sure it wasn't going to be everlasting. I cant even begin to utter the reasons why but just a message to those with young kids or brothers. Be weary and be alert of your young ones, their minds are little and their hearts are weak. Its our duty to mold and keep them away from earths evil eyes. Its just a measure of our responsibility. For my duty of responsabilità, this is just a piece of my huge cake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575202829430881754-3147539956336054862?l=unclefranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclefranco.blogspot.com/feeds/3147539956336054862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575202829430881754&amp;postID=3147539956336054862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575202829430881754/posts/default/3147539956336054862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575202829430881754/posts/default/3147539956336054862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclefranco.blogspot.com/2007/08/strada-di-responsabilit.html' title='Strada di responsabilità'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/RtjyhCHXqDI/AAAAAAAAAQg/2N-2yiVBqus/s72-c/TGSE00071_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575202829430881754.post-6342237391260089165</id><published>2007-08-24T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T23:32:04.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Men's best friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Rte1viHXp0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/RKdsO52CksE/s1600-h/bigpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Rte1viHXp0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/RKdsO52CksE/s320/bigpic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104748530863941442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rants on animals never seize to end especially dogs, there is a reserved spot for them somehow. I was watching Eight below last night( early today morning :P) about how a bunch of huskies were left stranded in a distant sanctuary in New Zealand. The movie screened their survival through the storms and how most of them survived it all before the owner came in aid. It was a touching story, mostly rel saddening because I hate the sight of dying and dead dogs even if its in movies. ( I rather watch a human face the same fate). Whatever you may say about dogs, there are loyal to death and the ratio of genuinely loyal humans are probably 100:1 and yes I am being optimistic. ( I have seen and been disappointed).  My plan was always to grab 2 huskies in the future when the chance arises but ideally I would love to have a sled of them. Well, if its dogs, never say no.Just gotta wait now. Its good to have flashback of old memories with Buddy G, he did look a bit like a huskie, just a little to small maybe. I am happy with Krish but perhaps one day soon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Rte1nyHXpzI/AAAAAAAAAOg/UMSdN2ml4WI/s1600-h/allegro_23_huskypups.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Rte1nyHXpzI/AAAAAAAAAOg/UMSdN2ml4WI/s320/allegro_23_huskypups.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104748397719955250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Rs8gpSHXpoI/AAAAAAAAANI/8xbY7EkIuqg/s1600-h/bigpic.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/1575202829430881754-6342237391260089165?l=unclefranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclefranco.blogspot.com/feeds/6342237391260089165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575202829430881754&amp;postID=6342237391260089165' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575202829430881754/posts/default/6342237391260089165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575202829430881754/posts/default/6342237391260089165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclefranco.blogspot.com/2007/08/mens-best-friend.html' title='Men&apos;s best friend'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Rte1viHXp0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/RKdsO52CksE/s72-c/bigpic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575202829430881754.post-7309499029005295759</id><published>2007-06-17T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T04:01:45.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;D&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ear Father,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;        I was at church to day morning, making my weekly visits to thank the Lord like we all do. I wouldn't consider myself an extensively religious man but I do make my average frequent visits. That's beside the point. At the end of today's mass, before final blessing, I was at all ears when you said we finished paying of the loan for the sum of $500,000 which was great. I guess it was for the better as we could accommodate more people and organise more fellowships in the name of our Lord. What baffled me was the next agenda, $300,000 to air condition our church. 'Please give generously' 'we need your support’? I don’t mean to be rude but it seems like all this sum of money is been taken for granted because we know eventually the parishioners will pay up to settle whatever loan. I think it’s a ridiculous amount of money and the nature of obtaining it is utterly wrong not speaking about the use of it. Air-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cond&lt;/span&gt;? Most people make a trip once a week to church, some a little bit more but no one really suffers through the heat. We are in church to pray, a diminutive amount of sweat is just a little more grace for such a huge sacrifice from Him.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;        This sum of money could save 3000 people and we are looking to feel a little cooler in church? Furthermore, the electricity bills will begin to rise formidably. We are not in competition with other churches let me remind you, if others have it, we don't need to as well. A church is where people gather with the presence of a priest and altar to accommodate everyone in fellowship to praise and thank the Lord. People in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; sit on floors under the sun to listen to the Gospel. Air conditioning system? I have no idea how the decision came about but everyone is being misled, including the congregation. Have you ever thought of asking the consensus of all the parishioners on the idea, $300,000 on air-conditioning? I hope you will make a stand on this issue and to emphasise on the value of money involved, pros and cons of the project and finally other alternatives for that amount of money. If everyone decides to go ahead, then so be it. They chose where their money should go as it’s not fair for a group of people to make a decision of this scale on behalf of everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;     I am sorry if I have been very forward with my thoughts; believe me when I say I am not the only one. The people make the place . Catholics were divided to different denominations in the past not due to a different believe, it’s the people who made them believe differently through selfish actions. I recognise that everything is for the benefit of the people but understand the magnitude of your actions and put yourself in a disabled man's shoe. Millions suffering while our church takes a $300,000 step for just a little more comfort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A concern Catholic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575202829430881754-7309499029005295759?l=unclefranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclefranco.blogspot.com/feeds/7309499029005295759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575202829430881754&amp;postID=7309499029005295759' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575202829430881754/posts/default/7309499029005295759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575202829430881754/posts/default/7309499029005295759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclefranco.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-letter.html' title='My letter'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575202829430881754.post-4412149383128255999</id><published>2007-06-09T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T23:58:16.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deathbed</title><content type='html'>Three funerals in a couple of weeks is a pretty drastic rate of deaths. Descending from a 100 year old granduncle to a 82 followed by a 62. May they rest in peace. All their funerals were similar, conventional as by the book. I wonder if they would have wanted it differently. Death has never frighten me having be a religious man but what scares me the most is the way I will pass on and the fact of having to leave my loved ones behind. Seems like the toughest battle indeed. Its definitely an unsettling topic but I am being a realist, things can happen and we can never know when. So don't get me wrong here, just want to make sure when my time comes, I would  somehow like to dictate the deterioration of my remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my dearest will have that privilege to convey the proposed procedures to my family,  their conventional methods will be challenged to a particular level but they will eventually give in, HOPEFULLY.(I'll never know:P). Well just in case, let this be a written proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Rte77CHXp3I/AAAAAAAAAPA/bS47QMy1KR0/s1600-h/n_tallest_bridge_041213.300w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Rte77CHXp3I/AAAAAAAAAPA/bS47QMy1KR0/s320/n_tallest_bridge_041213.300w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104755325502203762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Maybe of the tallest bridge in France&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                  ( I am not that picky)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My remains must be cremated .&lt;br /&gt;My ashes must be dispelled of a beautiful skyscraper  on a cold winters day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As corny as those 2 rules sound, its true and I hope everyone involve will adhere to it. Those are the 2 key must do's. So I have it in written format. Whoever who fails to comply with my wishes will suffer a little guilt.  The details will be in a separate issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the very negative post but reality got me thinking so I am just being cautious.This is not a joke nor a bluff, its what I really want and it is one way of going by it, smiling. Like plenty say' Life's like a box of chocolates, you never know what you gonna get'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575202829430881754-4412149383128255999?l=unclefranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclefranco.blogspot.com/feeds/4412149383128255999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575202829430881754&amp;postID=4412149383128255999' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575202829430881754/posts/default/4412149383128255999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575202829430881754/posts/default/4412149383128255999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclefranco.blogspot.com/2007/06/deathbed.html' title='Deathbed'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Rte77CHXp3I/AAAAAAAAAPA/bS47QMy1KR0/s72-c/n_tallest_bridge_041213.300w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575202829430881754.post-5624869264491529627</id><published>2007-05-22T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T00:02:08.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bringing back the forgotten unforgettables</title><content type='html'>Great artist, music revolutionizes through nothing but naturalism of sound. Many refer to oldies as slow and boring. Clearly they have never ventured to listen, understand and appreciate where true melody arises. Nothing against new age music, undoubtedly some fantastic beats, its just different people with different taste. To the younger generation, where many have forgotten, here's a visual history lesson for you. Try. Sit, listen and experience. It just may surprise you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of many............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Rte8tSHXp9I/AAAAAAAAAPw/qjrY-srywdY/s1600-h/shadesgrey_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Rte8tSHXp9I/AAAAAAAAAPw/qjrY-srywdY/s320/shadesgrey_sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104756188790630354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Rte8mCHXp8I/AAAAAAAAAPo/g9a65s8kEMQ/s1600-h/cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Rte8mCHXp8I/AAAAAAAAAPo/g9a65s8kEMQ/s320/cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104756064236578754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Rte8giHXp7I/AAAAAAAAAPg/1XG8MDhZbj8/s1600-h/Dean%2BMartin%2B-%2BAll%2BThe%2BHits%2B1948-1969%2B%28Front%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Rte8giHXp7I/AAAAAAAAAPg/1XG8MDhZbj8/s320/Dean%2BMartin%2B-%2BAll%2BThe%2BHits%2B1948-1969%2B%28Front%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104755969747298226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Rte8bCHXp6I/AAAAAAAAAPY/-Tj3kMIAtBs/s1600-h/Bobby%2BDarin%2BCover%2B1%2B%28Front%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Rte8bCHXp6I/AAAAAAAAAPY/-Tj3kMIAtBs/s320/Bobby%2BDarin%2BCover%2B1%2B%28Front%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104755875258017698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Rte8WCHXp5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/8WB8v9u0o04/s1600-h/bing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Rte8WCHXp5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/8WB8v9u0o04/s320/bing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104755789358671762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Rte8QiHXp4I/AAAAAAAAAPI/fIJ-QQx2yoM/s1600-h/lara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Rte8QiHXp4I/AAAAAAAAAPI/fIJ-QQx2yoM/s320/lara.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104755694869391234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damm..I just realise...theres too many to put up. Its just a handful, well its somewhere to start.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575202829430881754-5624869264491529627?l=unclefranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclefranco.blogspot.com/feeds/5624869264491529627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575202829430881754&amp;postID=5624869264491529627' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575202829430881754/posts/default/5624869264491529627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575202829430881754/posts/default/5624869264491529627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclefranco.blogspot.com/2007/05/bringing-back-forgotten-unforgettables.html' title='Bringing back the forgotten unforgettables'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Rte8tSHXp9I/AAAAAAAAAPw/qjrY-srywdY/s72-c/shadesgrey_sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575202829430881754.post-9048388275900595275</id><published>2007-05-20T06:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T10:14:44.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of my favourites</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;A Few oF many &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;BELIEFS&lt;/span&gt; I UPhold(try at least).&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Honor isn't about making the right choices.  It's about dealing with the consequences.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A person starts dying when they stop dreaming.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Some pursue happiness - others create it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hope is important because it can make the present moment less difficult to bear. If we believe that tomorrow will be better, we can bear a hardship today.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Life is 10% what happens to you and 90% how you react to it”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Look at life through the windshield, not the rear-view mirror”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Love is saying 'I feel differently' instead of 'You're wrong.'”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Love isn't finding a perfect person. It's seeing an imperfect person perfectly.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If you lie and then tell the truth, the truth will be considered a lie”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A man is but the product of his thoughts what he thinks, he becomes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Beauty without virtue is like a rose without scent.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The human heart feels things the eyes cannot see, and knows what the mind cannot understand”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There are many things in life that will catch your eye, but only a few will catch your heart...pursue those.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The less men think, the more they talk”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“To hide the key to your heart is to risk forgetting where you placed it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don't be reckless with other people's hearts, don't put up with those who are reckless with yours.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Love is like an earthquake-unpredictable, a little scary, but when the hard part is over you realize how lucky you truly are.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You can close your eyes to the things you do not want to see, but you cannot close your heart to the things you do not want to feel.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Love is just a word until someone comes along and gives it meaning.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The dog is a gentleman; I hope to go to his heaven, not man's”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Allow the world to live as it chooses, and allow yourself to live as you choose.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When it snows, you have two choices:  shovel or make snow angels”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It is better to lose your pride with someone you love rather than to lose that someone you love with your useless pride.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Vanity and pride are different things, though the words are often used synonymously. A person may be proud without being vain. Pride relates more to our opinion of ourselves; vanity, to what we would have others think of us.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wise men speak because they have something to say; Fools because they have to say something.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Never mistake knowledge for wisdom. One helps you make a living; the other helps you make a life.”&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575202829430881754-9048388275900595275?l=unclefranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclefranco.blogspot.com/feeds/9048388275900595275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575202829430881754&amp;postID=9048388275900595275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575202829430881754/posts/default/9048388275900595275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575202829430881754/posts/default/9048388275900595275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclefranco.blogspot.com/2007/05/some-of-my-favourites.html' title='Some of my favourites'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575202829430881754.post-678826036733050122</id><published>2007-05-12T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T00:03:30.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tying or not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Rte9NiHXp-I/AAAAAAAAAP4/j0u_BwRK8Z8/s1600-h/FT588%7ETrue-Love-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Rte9NiHXp-I/AAAAAAAAAP4/j0u_BwRK8Z8/s320/FT588%7ETrue-Love-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104756742841411554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All of us seek,&lt;br /&gt;Plenty of us find,&lt;br /&gt;A ring to bear,&lt;br /&gt;A dress to wear.&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promises of fidelity,&lt;br /&gt;Smiles of sanctity.&lt;br /&gt;Is true love in the air?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Time usually tells that story,&lt;br /&gt;Hearts broken,&lt;br /&gt;Children stricken,&lt;br /&gt;Pledges all thrown out the door&lt;br /&gt;True love.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;,, is it?&lt;br /&gt;So why do some of us gather,&lt;br /&gt;Celebrating someones tear.&lt;br /&gt;Its not our fault,&lt;br /&gt;It was just someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; thought.&lt;br /&gt;The world seems to be changing,&lt;br /&gt;Love given a different meaning.&lt;br /&gt;Only for the worst.&lt;br /&gt;So its only up to us,&lt;br /&gt;Just to follow a simple rule,&lt;br /&gt;If you are not ready to fall,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; jump.&lt;br /&gt;If you are ready to fall,&lt;br /&gt;Pick yourself up again.&lt;br /&gt;That was your fault.&lt;br /&gt;Just know what you getting into,&lt;br /&gt;Before you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then again..in true love..you will never feel like falling cause you will always be floating :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575202829430881754-678826036733050122?l=unclefranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclefranco.blogspot.com/feeds/678826036733050122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575202829430881754&amp;postID=678826036733050122' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575202829430881754/posts/default/678826036733050122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575202829430881754/posts/default/678826036733050122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclefranco.blogspot.com/2007/05/loathing-for-redemption.html' title='Tying or not?'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Rte9NiHXp-I/AAAAAAAAAP4/j0u_BwRK8Z8/s72-c/FT588%7ETrue-Love-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575202829430881754.post-2476547078843421920</id><published>2007-05-11T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T00:05:00.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Must watch TV shows</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Two and a half men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scintillating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; comedy series consisting of Charlie Sheen being a bachelor/player in his late 30s and his brother( whose name I forgot) with his 11 year old kid all living under one roof. Targeting the male audience the show spurns out laughter to anyone at anytime of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Entourage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sex and the city rolled over to a male version except these guys have a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fortune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; to leave in. A mixture of comedy and plain crudeness of men. Some acts are way above my consent, but this is generally men at present whether you like it not. Something I look forward too every week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;As 'lost' as some of us might be keeping track of these series, somehow we still do. I guess after watching it for so long it would feel stupid to ditch the upcoming episodes without any reasonable &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. Though it may be a little draggy, the connections always makes it interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Rescue me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Perhaps one of the best shows I have watched as yet. It has only been aired in the US for 3 seasons, 13 episodes each. I do believe they have ended it looking at the outcome of the last piece. Gave me a good glimpse at the real world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The Office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I never knew US would do so well in replicating it from the English. Steve Carrel did so. In my view, the casting team &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; have selected anyone else better, he just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;seemed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; perfect for that position. Well you have to follow it to understand the humour. Once you do, then you'll know why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;youre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; laughing when no one else is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; American Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The best thing yet, this show is above the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Simpsons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; in my book. Its sometimes so stupid and lame but it makes me laugh somehow. Many are fans already. Hope it can lasts  the Hommer run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Prison Break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Made me dream of becoming a civil engineer. How &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; can inspire you. Well it was aired a little to late, after I finish my degree that is. The director had a great idea in the shows though at times it may seem a little too overdone . Well, it is something different and it makes me think. Plain interesting in a fun way I suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/1575202829430881754-2476547078843421920?l=unclefranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclefranco.blogspot.com/feeds/2476547078843421920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575202829430881754&amp;postID=2476547078843421920' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575202829430881754/posts/default/2476547078843421920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575202829430881754/posts/default/2476547078843421920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclefranco.blogspot.com/2007/05/must-watch-tv-shows.html' title='Must watch TV shows'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575202829430881754.post-6408661712106007352</id><published>2007-05-03T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T23:24:01.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Profound Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/RjrQZflPo3I/AAAAAAAAAH4/GQ29dw1Y2OQ/s1600-h/IMG_2391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/RjrQZflPo3I/AAAAAAAAAH4/GQ29dw1Y2OQ/s200/IMG_2391.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060586267697193842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/RjrPG_lPo2I/AAAAAAAAAHw/dvhocQYHvlg/s1600-h/IMG_2395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/RjrPG_lPo2I/AAAAAAAAAHw/dvhocQYHvlg/s200/IMG_2395.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060584850357986146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/RjrOjvlPo1I/AAAAAAAAAHo/HPESWDGT-AM/s1600-h/IMG_2394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/RjrOjvlPo1I/AAAAAAAAAHo/HPESWDGT-AM/s200/IMG_2394.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060584244767597394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/RjrNxvlPo0I/AAAAAAAAAHg/Poau_XBYBTs/s1600-h/IMG_2393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/RjrNxvlPo0I/AAAAAAAAAHg/Poau_XBYBTs/s200/IMG_2393.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060583385774138178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/RjrNR_lPozI/AAAAAAAAAHY/_B4Xef32i3g/s1600-h/IMG_2388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/RjrNR_lPozI/AAAAAAAAAHY/_B4Xef32i3g/s200/IMG_2388.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060582840313291570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/RjrMs_lPoyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/LhU6_2PdOlg/s1600-h/IMG_2386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/RjrMs_lPoyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/LhU6_2PdOlg/s200/IMG_2386.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060582204658131746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stint&lt;/span&gt; of luck I manage to land my hands on a classic 83 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Celica&lt;/span&gt;. Money well spend for a a touch a beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dont&lt;/span&gt; worry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sayang&lt;/span&gt;, you are still top of my list:P&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/1575202829430881754-6408661712106007352?l=unclefranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclefranco.blogspot.com/feeds/6408661712106007352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575202829430881754&amp;postID=6408661712106007352' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575202829430881754/posts/default/6408661712106007352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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method='post' target='_new'&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="never"pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://poqbum.com/Files/Clocks/16.swf" width="325" height="287" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tick - tock Tick - tock,&lt;br /&gt;Each moment a second drops,&lt;br /&gt;So have you gone to the grocery shop,&lt;br /&gt;Your mother may be a fussy pot,&lt;br /&gt;Her tears are still not worth your talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tick - tock Tick -tock,&lt;br /&gt;Take a good look at your clock,&lt;br /&gt;Where have you been today?&lt;br /&gt;So tell me are you ready for tommorow?&lt;br /&gt;Or did you forgot your watch again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tick - tock Tick - tock,&lt;br /&gt;Put a smile on your face,&lt;br /&gt;Why do you live in disgrace,&lt;br /&gt;Put your head up son,&lt;br /&gt;Proudly walk the line with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tick - tock Tick - tock,&lt;br /&gt;Time waits for no straying soul,&lt;br /&gt;Live today, Laugh tomorrow, Love forever,&lt;br /&gt;Across your eyes cheer will appear,&lt;br /&gt;Just embrace life without fear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575202829430881754-6219139747107409125?l=unclefranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclefranco.blogspot.com/feeds/6219139747107409125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575202829430881754&amp;postID=6219139747107409125' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575202829430881754/posts/default/6219139747107409125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575202829430881754/posts/default/6219139747107409125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclefranco.blogspot.com/2007/04/tick-tock-tick-tock.html' title='Tick - tock Tick - tock'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575202829430881754.post-3881564730457302793</id><published>2007-04-28T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T20:39:35.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tragedy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The nights were consumed in darkness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the chirping crickets and his crackling footsteps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killed the creeping silence under the fading moonlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the hope of peace the wanderer fled,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fearless of the unspoken dangers ahead,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He journeyed ahead with hope and faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking above for redemption,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside for a companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never looked back even for an instant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet memories were becoming history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He surged forward in the search for salvation,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Striding ahead with his trusted acquaintance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They left behind everything,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All but two souls,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking away from a world filled with tragedy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575202829430881754-3881564730457302793?l=unclefranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclefranco.blogspot.com/feeds/3881564730457302793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Rft4HyCjrDI/AAAAAAAAAGU/bF9TqKeymv8/s1600-h/Sky+diving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 101px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Rft4HyCjrDI/AAAAAAAAAGU/bF9TqKeymv8/s320/Sky+diving.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042756282858318898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                      Skydiving                                                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Rft4DSCjrCI/AAAAAAAAAGM/LGeRpjavckE/s1600-h/pare+gliding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Rft4DSCjrCI/AAAAAAAAAGM/LGeRpjavckE/s320/pare+gliding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042756205548907554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                               Paragliding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Rft3-iCjrBI/AAAAAAAAAGE/qM3DLZs7cQ0/s1600-h/mountain+climbing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Rft3-iCjrBI/AAAAAAAAAGE/qM3DLZs7cQ0/s320/mountain+climbing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042756123944528914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                              Rock &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;climbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Rft34yCjrAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/jzpijzmLDrE/s1600-h/mountain+climbing1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Rft34yCjrAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/jzpijzmLDrE/s320/mountain+climbing1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042756025160281090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                         Mountain Hiking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Rft3yyCjq_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/r62DcIhf1tQ/s1600-h/hand+gliding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Rft3yyCjq_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/r62DcIhf1tQ/s320/hand+gliding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042755922081065970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kite surfing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Rft3sCCjq-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/OltbjlL1ndM/s1600-h/base+jumping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Rft3sCCjq-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/OltbjlL1ndM/s320/base+jumping.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042755806116948962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                  Base Jumping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Rft3fyCjq9I/AAAAAAAAAFk/SwmsaRrMvMc/s1600-h/Bunjee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Rft3fyCjq9I/AAAAAAAAAFk/SwmsaRrMvMc/s320/Bunjee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042755595663551442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                                     &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bungee&lt;/span&gt; Jumping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to do, so little conquered and as for time, hopefully I'll have enough  to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;achieve&lt;/span&gt; as much as possible. I am just glad I have already &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bungee&lt;/span&gt; jumped, one down for now.  The freedom of flying, might have been seconds but when you spread your arms wide open and jump, the feeling will stay with you for almost eternity. Well its lovely I tell you. Just maybe, one day I can leap off that sky bridge in France.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Definitely&lt;/span&gt; more destinations to come.&lt;br /&gt;   As for the rest of the  extreme sports, I will be looking to tackle them one by one. Skydiving is next hopefully. Base jumping thereafter. Sounds  exciting just saying it. Well these are the things I have to do my lifetime. There's more for sure but let these be my starting line. Taking life to the limit, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; certainly, theres nothing like thrill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575202829430881754-4722725095045463571?l=unclefranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclefranco.blogspot.com/feeds/4722725095045463571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575202829430881754&amp;postID=4722725095045463571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575202829430881754/posts/default/4722725095045463571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575202829430881754/posts/default/4722725095045463571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclefranco.blogspot.com/2007/03/thrill-seeking-continues.html' title='Thrill seeking continues....'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Rft4HyCjrDI/AAAAAAAAAGU/bF9TqKeymv8/s72-c/Sky+diving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575202829430881754.post-782828675485550787</id><published>2007-03-05T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T22:15:54.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in Translation</title><content type='html'>A short but such a descriptive phrase, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; you think so? Well, various events can cause such an issue and one of many is distance. The absence of facial expressions and touch  equals anguish pain when a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;relationship&lt;/span&gt; is far apart .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we have left with is a familiar tone using words to keep each other alive throughout the days and so often with the deficiency of the other elements, words can be easily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;misinterpreted&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; misunderstood.The onerous part comes when we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;oblivious&lt;/span&gt; when it happens because we cant look at the face of another.The drop of the eyes, motion of the lips or even the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;look away&lt;/span&gt; are all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;missing&lt;/span&gt; and all we are left with is silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words with a whole different meaning or intention to you can be your biggest enemy when your counterpart takes it to heart. Its when you receive the greatest punishment of silence, you know something is wrong. Its when you beg for a look or a touch, a priceless measure of console but you know its impossible. Its when the silence grows and you seem like a man in a dark room, shouting for help when no one seems to be coming.Its when silence begins to crack you but hopefully not break you. Do you be patient? Do you save yourself?What would you do then? What would you do?I guess like always..only time will tell...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575202829430881754-782828675485550787?l=unclefranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclefranco.blogspot.com/feeds/782828675485550787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575202829430881754&amp;postID=782828675485550787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575202829430881754/posts/default/782828675485550787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575202829430881754/posts/default/782828675485550787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclefranco.blogspot.com/2007/03/lost-in-translation.html' title='Lost in Translation'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575202829430881754.post-9182079918491468111</id><published>2007-03-04T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T00:32:53.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New addition to the family...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/RevRz6cu-FI/AAAAAAAAAFM/kFTBUlPPeBg/s1600-h/IMG_2307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/RevRz6cu-FI/AAAAAAAAAFM/kFTBUlPPeBg/s320/IMG_2307.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038351297937340498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/RevRi6cu-EI/AAAAAAAAAFE/whk6GYuVgDU/s1600-h/IMG_2305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/RevRi6cu-EI/AAAAAAAAAFE/whk6GYuVgDU/s320/IMG_2305.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038351005879564354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/RevRSqcu-DI/AAAAAAAAAE8/SmtZKFVOcI0/s1600-h/IMG_2304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/RevRSqcu-DI/AAAAAAAAAE8/SmtZKFVOcI0/s320/IMG_2304.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038350726706690098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It been 1 1/2 years since we lost an important figure in the house, Buddy G. Irreplaceable he is and he sure knows it. Well I am sure he did be happy to meet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Krish&lt;/span&gt;(picture above).  He's 5 years now and already has a story of his own. Previously adopted by a Hindu family for about 4 months or so having locating him roaming around lost in his surroundings. Living in an apartment, the family found it hard to maintain him in a limited  space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother is a family friend so when they decided to give it away, we volunteered to give &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Krish&lt;/span&gt; a new home. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Krish&lt;/span&gt;, originated from the name Krishna from the previous owners but I decided to improvise a bit for simplicity purposes. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Krish&lt;/span&gt; is taking his time settling in , had a rough couple of days fitting in the surroundings and the new faces. As adorable as he  is, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; take too long for him to melt us down..... like the pictures above. He's doing much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt; now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its great to have a new member in the house, he'll definitely brighten up a dimmed light, Buddy left us with....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575202829430881754-9182079918491468111?l=unclefranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclefranco.blogspot.com/feeds/9182079918491468111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575202829430881754&amp;postID=9182079918491468111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575202829430881754/posts/default/9182079918491468111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575202829430881754/posts/default/9182079918491468111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclefranco.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-addition-to-family.html' title='New addition to the family...'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/RevRz6cu-FI/AAAAAAAAAFM/kFTBUlPPeBg/s72-c/IMG_2307.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575202829430881754.post-1892831809425612362</id><published>2007-02-22T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T01:57:52.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Most anticipated movies for the year 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Rd5sHfGul4I/AAAAAAAAAEM/Ej0djo06Xqo/s1600-h/7318032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Rd5sHfGul4I/AAAAAAAAAEM/Ej0djo06Xqo/s320/7318032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034580309311395714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's nothing like Greek myth and history, from thunderous gods to heart fought wars, life then was all about power and glory. The preview itself gave me goosebumps having it be graphically animated to a certain extent to capture the various &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;battle scenes&lt;/span&gt; in the movie. Based on a novel from Frank Miller, its narrates a tale of 300 valor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Spartans&lt;/span&gt; against thousands of Persian  men. Guess who was victorious? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dont&lt;/span&gt; let the novel spoil it. Expectations 4.5/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Rd5vWfGul5I/AAAAAAAAAEU/0JOQ2kgP0vE/s1600-h/7219533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Rd5vWfGul5I/AAAAAAAAAEU/0JOQ2kgP0vE/s320/7219533.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034583865544316818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite marvel character, the silver surfer. Rarely on the lips of many but surely one of the great superheroes ever created. Just thinking about it, I use to have a collection of several marvel characters and one consisted of silver surfer. There were marvel cards from 1992 and now I can't find them!!!Hope it is still around. I could tell you more about silver surfer if I had the card but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;, so gotta wait for the movie...Expectations 4.0/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Rd5yJ_Gul6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/L4Ty4Ey3Gp4/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 159px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Rd5yJ_Gul6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/L4Ty4Ey3Gp4/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034586949330835362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I never imagined a actual graphical movie from the likes of transformers considering the technicality involved but they did it. I was expecting plain animation like the cartoons I watched everyday but the directors took it one step above. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Optimus&lt;/span&gt; Prime and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Megatron&lt;/span&gt; in a real life movie, very nice Hollywood. Certain characters were enhanced but well I am certain the movie is gonna be a big hit.  Expectations 4.4/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Rd50AvGul7I/AAAAAAAAAEk/erX4mveA-00/s1600-h/poster1_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Rd50AvGul7I/AAAAAAAAAEk/erX4mveA-00/s320/poster1_full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034588989440300978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its always good to end with a laugh and there is no other than Mr. Bean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;himself&lt;/span&gt; aka Rowan Atkinson. The guy who can go speechless and still make me laugh my guts out. A great comedian and being a loyal fan of his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; series, cant wait for his movie to come along. Expectations  4.o/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All cinema bound for me, certainly. Sigh..just wish I had my girl to tag along with me to these new and exciting movies...:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575202829430881754-1892831809425612362?l=unclefranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclefranco.blogspot.com/feeds/1892831809425612362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575202829430881754&amp;postID=1892831809425612362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575202829430881754/posts/default/1892831809425612362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575202829430881754/posts/default/1892831809425612362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclefranco.blogspot.com/2007/02/most-anticipated-movies-for-year-2007.html' title='Most anticipated movies for the year 2007'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/Rd5sHfGul4I/AAAAAAAAAEM/Ej0djo06Xqo/s72-c/7318032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575202829430881754.post-1744941602005043015</id><published>2007-02-16T02:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T12:16:04.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a little faith....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/RdWXYHaSsRI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FExM1IvQZ6A/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/RdWXYHaSsRI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FExM1IvQZ6A/s320/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032094599218376978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religion is perhaps the most sensitive and heated topic we can ever bring forward to discussion. There can be endless debates on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;who's&lt;/span&gt; right or wrong and what existed or not. Ultimately we all believe in the same thing, just in the past not everyone interpreted the story the same way.  Religious  or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;miraculous&lt;/span&gt; events  were translated into various versions across the globe , hence all the different writings from powerful storytellers. Well, like all of us we have our own religious believes we choose lead our life's with. I have mine and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;theeres&lt;/span&gt; where my faith lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In religious terms, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;theres&lt;/span&gt; nothing more important than faith. Many of us acclaim that our faith is profuse but how often will that words turn into worthy behaviour. If &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tragedy&lt;/span&gt; bestows us, how many of us will remember never too doubt? How many will come to him if everything around them appears &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;grim&lt;/span&gt;?How many of us will begin to doubt his existence? How many of us will make sacrifices like Abraham did?How many will question our believes or even run away? The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;answers&lt;/span&gt; are only shared between you and God. A test of faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am one of those who sometimes boastfully speak about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;amount&lt;/span&gt; and value of faith I have. I have gone past patchy stages throughout my life from a young age, but I've never deserted Him even at every fall I had and every miserable event. There were times I ask Why Lord Why? but I have learnt not to ask questions anymore. I have chose just to love my life, thanking him for what I already have and just the fact of being alive, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ccasionally&lt;/span&gt; praying for a want or a need. I would consider myself moderately religious, practicing wise. I go to church weekly like everyone else but I always have inner chats with god, which I consider prayers in a way. My way of praying so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deem that our lives are only controlled by one person, US. Destiny and fate lie in our hands and its our choices that will shape the future. God is always there helping along the way, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;answering&lt;/span&gt; prayers, having that miraculous touch here and there where he feels necessary but people still fail to notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the greatest creation on earth without a doubt. Who else can make brains??He gave us all that so we can live our life's as we want it to be. Right or wrong He will be the judge of that hence heaven and hell. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; ask god why there are people suffering or why is that poor child so unfortunate? Its simply life, science and biology can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;screw&lt;/span&gt; up, much more than just twice.&lt;br /&gt;God can change anything, anytime He wants to. He does it through small miracles everyday, not to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; but the people who needs it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; ask me how he chooses. That's where we leave it up to HIM and His mysterious ways.Just wanted to share this thought of mine..I can go on and on but it will never end...I guess it all starts by just having a little faith....Its where it all begins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575202829430881754-1744941602005043015?l=unclefranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclefranco.blogspot.com/feeds/1744941602005043015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575202829430881754&amp;postID=1744941602005043015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575202829430881754/posts/default/1744941602005043015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575202829430881754/posts/default/1744941602005043015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclefranco.blogspot.com/2007/02/having-little-faith-in-him.html' title='Have a little faith....'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/RdWXYHaSsRI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FExM1IvQZ6A/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575202829430881754.post-7134900305047750414</id><published>2007-02-14T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T21:17:56.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spanglish anyone?</title><content type='html'>I was positive I've watched the movie before, though I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; really remember the conspicuous events which took place so I sat down and watched it again, for the second time.  A quite brilliant cast, consisting of Adam &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sandler&lt;/span&gt;(John &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Clasky&lt;/span&gt; as the main character) followed by Tea &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Leoni&lt;/span&gt;(His wife - Deborah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Clasky&lt;/span&gt;) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Paz&lt;/span&gt; Vega(as Flor), fairly a new face in the movie scene.&lt;br /&gt;This is the part where I tell you, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lOVE&lt;/span&gt; TV!!!and if you are missing out on shows or movies, you'll be leaving behind a big part of evolution. I have personally learnt plenty about life through it, hence the topic Spanglish...&lt;br /&gt;Sigh....for those of you whom have seen Spanglish, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; get the drift on  why the show was different from the rest. As for the various events that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; during the movie, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;theres&lt;/span&gt; some I try relating it to myself, What would I do if I was in life of that sort&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? I still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know. Let me break it down for you. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;synopsis&lt;/span&gt;.I was going to give my own, nah, just a bit to much to write. For those who missed it and are interested go here: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://www.starpulse.com/Movies/Spanglish/Summary/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So what  would you do if you had a sharp-tongued wife(who has just been in a relationship secretively for 11 weeks and slept with him as well), a 13 year old girl(sweet and innocent-presumes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;everything is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with her parents and loves them both) and a Latino helper(beautiful, caring, conventional,loving,there when you needed her, genuine,cultured, makes you smile :), resulting in a remarkable feeling of love towards her and vice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;versa&lt;/span&gt; - not because you want to but reason being your marriage in heading downhill and she is just so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;damm&lt;/span&gt; nice -oh... you still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; found out about the other affair here:P) who had a 13 year old girl(brilliant,loves her mother to death but is being influenced heavily but a new culture) . These was John &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Clasky's&lt;/span&gt; life. What he had to ponder upon. What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;I will go WOW!!Am I really in this shit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind my words,  no offence ladies, but if she's one then you have to call her one, a b***h. Maybe she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; before but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; turned into one. I applaud John's decision and how he took the stand when she came to confess to him after being consulted by her mother. He never once asked her about him, just if she had Sex with him. Why be angry at him?Why chase him with a bat? Whoever it is, it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; matter, only one person was at fault...HER. I would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; go through the same process but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;ouchhhh&lt;/span&gt;...really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;ouchhh&lt;/span&gt; its gonna hurt so so badly. Your wife being pleased by someone else... nothing worst...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well he stayed with her, knowing that the love he had was gone, he stayed for the sake of his child. Perhaps a sacrifice many will find hard undertake. He settled for second best when he had the best right in front of him. He knew all that, but still made the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;sacrifice&lt;/span&gt; for his little girl. Flor knew this, being the gentle lady she is, she left with her daughter who was devastated to depart from her current life because she was adapting to her new culture but the downside, she was turning into one of those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;American&lt;/span&gt; kids( he mum knew that). Having being a cultured Mexican , while leaving with her angry daughter...all she did utter were these words in Spanish with tears sipping from her eyes...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;¿&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Realmente&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;deseas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;ser&lt;/span&gt; tan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;diferente&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;mí&lt;/span&gt;?(Do you really want to be so different from me).....&lt;/span&gt;Her daughter than understood, her anger and disappointment vanished..aware what her mother felt she was loosing....her daughters identity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing how words from the heart can trigger a person &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;inst&lt;/span&gt; it....A great movie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;portraying&lt;/span&gt; what the world can be and what it has turn into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I can never survive with a cheating wife, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; cant love her the same way again. I  would stay though for my child, a small sacrifice,  a  child needs a family. At least &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; what I think I would do. Its just circumstantial I guess. What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575202829430881754-7134900305047750414?l=unclefranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclefranco.blogspot.com/feeds/7134900305047750414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575202829430881754&amp;postID=7134900305047750414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575202829430881754/posts/default/7134900305047750414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575202829430881754/posts/default/7134900305047750414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclefranco.blogspot.com/2007/02/spanglish-anyone.html' title='Spanglish anyone?'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575202829430881754.post-1950328374574090563</id><published>2007-02-06T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T21:48:39.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Filling up empty spaces of time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/RcjDjXctxoI/AAAAAAAAADM/4npJgYANX8c/s1600-h/0778323099.01._AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/RcjDjXctxoI/AAAAAAAAADM/4npJgYANX8c/s320/0778323099.01._AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028483996316452482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/RcjDbnctxnI/AAAAAAAAADE/kyTcs4B4B4k/s1600-h/044658021X.01._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-dp-500-arrow,TopRight,45,-64_OU01_AA240_SH20_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/RcjDbnctxnI/AAAAAAAAADE/kyTcs4B4B4k/s320/044658021X.01._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-dp-500-arrow,TopRight,45,-64_OU01_AA240_SH20_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028483863172466290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not read a paperback since high school, textbooks were a must, but its been some time since I got a grip of a good novel, 5-6 years to be exact. The last novel I read was a series  titled 'Left Behind'. It consisted of 7 editions where I  finished 3 but lost interest thereafter due to time factors  and the books werent paperback like my current ones...they were photostatted!!! A major turn off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that uni is over, its practically goodbye to textbooks and insideful essays , a glimpse at a colourful bookstore  entrapped my eyes like the old days, when I use to run to the SS5 Rent 'A Book store almost on a daily basis to borrow R.L Stine's collection of horror flicks. Ages since completing a novel,I decided to hit Target's bookshelf before leaving Perth and picked out 3 paperbacks which appeared to compliment my interest. One from every theme I chose:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nelson DeMille - Wildfire&lt;br /&gt;Laura Caldwell - The Rome Affair&lt;br /&gt;One more after I read it (No.. thats not the name of the book.:P.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first was reasonably mediocre, seems like the best way to phrase it. Based on a rumour , the novel was written with a great intensity to pull readers to envisage that the unthinkable is possible. Every aspect of the book was written in different angles, from the mind of a madman to annoying witty detectives.The content is for you to explore. 3.5/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the second book was gripping, a tale of lies and desecration of human lives. The price of infidelity so to speak. A great thriller with fantastic twist. A rather short novel compared to the former but its substance will make you question your understanding of love and lust. In my opinion it was written based on the eventful world we live in revolving around lies and deceit. My personal odium. It just begins there. A great read 4.2/5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there you go.. I am actually rating books now, I wonder how long before 'the empty spaces' will come to be another wish of mine...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575202829430881754-1950328374574090563?l=unclefranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclefranco.blogspot.com/feeds/1950328374574090563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575202829430881754&amp;postID=1950328374574090563' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575202829430881754/posts/default/1950328374574090563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575202829430881754/posts/default/1950328374574090563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclefranco.blogspot.com/2007/02/filling-up-empty-spaces-of-time.html' title='Filling up empty spaces of time'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHu24-JZwvQ/RcjDjXctxoI/AAAAAAAAADM/4npJgYANX8c/s72-c/0778323099.01._AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575202829430881754.post-2673403638604344484</id><published>2007-01-30T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T07:08:38.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Brother....Where art thou'?</title><content type='html'>Its been 1 1/2 years but I still think of you,&lt;br /&gt;Walking down the hallway finding something to do,&lt;br /&gt;You were the bearer of our pain and complaints.&lt;br /&gt;Bringing peace and tranquility to our family.&lt;br /&gt;Using silence as your greatest advocacy,&lt;br /&gt;You may have been speechless,&lt;br /&gt;But we know you loved us.&lt;br /&gt;Its been so long but we miss you around,&lt;br /&gt;You never really hugged us but you wanted us to,&lt;br /&gt;We always did, I did at least.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the accident,&lt;br /&gt;I should have held you tighter,&lt;br /&gt;I always did thereafter.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you were the first to make me tear.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody has taught me things like you did,&lt;br /&gt;I cant begin to imagine what would I be,&lt;br /&gt;If you weren't in my life to guide me.&lt;br /&gt;Where are you my brother?&lt;br /&gt;I hope you hear me....&lt;br /&gt;Its only your photograph I have,&lt;br /&gt;To reminisce on the memories we shared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575202829430881754-2673403638604344484?l=unclefranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclefranco.blogspot.com/feeds/2673403638604344484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575202829430881754&amp;postID=2673403638604344484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575202829430881754/posts/default/2673403638604344484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575202829430881754/posts/default/2673403638604344484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclefranco.blogspot.com/2007/01/o-brotherwhere-art-thou.html' title='O Brother....Where art thou&apos;?'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575202829430881754.post-2473259818035038333</id><published>2006-12-02T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T21:44:45.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Perth</title><content type='html'>It has been 2 great years , learned and &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;experienced&lt;/span&gt; so much. Its what going overseas is all about. Freedom and independence &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; knowing your limit knowing that our parents invested their life savings on us to gain a good education. Many of us stray but we get back on our feet recognising our priorities...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Well, I am done now. Australia's been good to me from &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Stannard&lt;/span&gt; St down to &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mckay&lt;/span&gt; St, it has been wonderful. Met loads of people at work at uni, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; there will be much to miss but time moves and &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;theres&lt;/span&gt; nothing we can do but move along with it.Through the sleepless nights, the crazy laughs,  football fever's everyday of the week..&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;aiihh&lt;/span&gt;... you will come to realise that people make the place and &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what i got from Perth.Its my turn to move on now and where my path &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;leads&lt;/span&gt; me I have no &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;answer&lt;/span&gt; just an idea as I plan to make the best out of everything that comes my way.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575202829430881754-2473259818035038333?l=unclefranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclefranco.blogspot.com/feeds/2473259818035038333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575202829430881754&amp;postID=2473259818035038333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575202829430881754/posts/default/2473259818035038333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575202829430881754/posts/default/2473259818035038333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclefranco.blogspot.com/2006/12/goodbye-perth.html' title='Goodbye Perth'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575202829430881754.post-354586858620516562</id><published>2006-11-27T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T19:31:01.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and My Shadow</title><content type='html'>A great song from Frank Sinatra, a popular name you might have come across but &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; found the time to explore. One of the many great artist  of his days less pronounced in this age of music, merely disposed from the thoughts of younger generation through the influence of new age music. Perhaps there's a &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;handful&lt;/span&gt; who appreciates timeless symphonies and &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;rhythm's, hope  it will never go extinct though, not if I can help it.&lt;br /&gt;  His song inspired me to give that title to my blog. Sometimes all you have is yourself, and when you think the whole world is is against you or you are on a parallel road with everyone else, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;theres&lt;/span&gt; nothing wrong with walking that road alone. You will learn to appreciate it, believe me. Of course try not walking alone every step of the way as when you find what you are really looking for, you will come across a &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cross way&lt;/span&gt; and you'll find someone you can share your journey with...&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/1575202829430881754-354586858620516562?l=unclefranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclefranco.blogspot.com/feeds/354586858620516562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575202829430881754&amp;postID=354586858620516562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575202829430881754/posts/default/354586858620516562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575202829430881754/posts/default/354586858620516562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclefranco.blogspot.com/2006/11/me-and-my-shadow.html' title='Me and My Shadow'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
