<?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-3423884012228734273</id><updated>2012-02-04T01:34:57.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Duh...Keep It To Yourself!</title><subtitle type='html'>This page highlights certain personal views, experiences, events, undertakings, thoughts and memorable tidbits of the author's personal endeavours.  This page and its contents does not intend to influence the readers views or impose to some extent the views expressed in this blog.  Read at your own risk.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>purple_rain</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>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423884012228734273.post-9194156614164909108</id><published>2011-01-16T03:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T03:21:22.134-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dilemma of the Times</title><summary type='text'>Technology has all of us on our feet all the time. Gadgets are coming out in different shapes and form and we are left with so many choices, it is almost appalling.
Do we wonder why we are constantly scrambling to do things as if time is so squeezed we can barely fit any chore in it? Give an honest answer, for once.  How much time do we waste each day on distractions like Facebook, Twitter, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/feeds/9194156614164909108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3423884012228734273&amp;postID=9194156614164909108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/9194156614164909108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/9194156614164909108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/2011/01/dilemma-of-times.html' title='The Dilemma of the Times'/><author><name>purple_rain</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-3423884012228734273.post-2427917596493515685</id><published>2009-12-30T17:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T17:36:59.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Year That Was…2009:  Hello 2010!</title><summary type='text'>Time flies. I remember how everything just blew down on us like a whirlwind from the recession to the bailouts, from war and still more war, from ponzi schemes to the unbearable market losses, from the enormous unemployment rate to still a staggeringly high number of people still unemployed, 2009, came and stayed like a dark cloud without any silver lining.A lot of people in the U.S. are still </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2427917596493515685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3423884012228734273&amp;postID=2427917596493515685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/2427917596493515685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/2427917596493515685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/2009/12/year-that-was2009-hello-2010.html' title='The Year That Was…2009:  Hello 2010!'/><author><name>purple_rain</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-3423884012228734273.post-6423266991053377139</id><published>2009-03-03T00:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T05:02:19.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For These Desperate Times: A Few Measures You Could Take</title><summary type='text'>On spending: 1. Use coupons when you shop.2. Never pay full price for an item.3. Always prepare a list of things you need to buy before going shopping.4. Go for what's on sale. Be ready to try other brands.5. Stay away from mail-in ads and mail-in shopping mags. On saving:1. Live below your means.2. Save at least 20% of your pre-tax earnings.3. Limit use of credit cards and if you have to, always</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6423266991053377139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3423884012228734273&amp;postID=6423266991053377139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/6423266991053377139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/6423266991053377139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-these-desperate-times-few-measures.html' title='For These Desperate Times: A Few Measures You Could Take'/><author><name>purple_rain</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-3423884012228734273.post-4408247822275245954</id><published>2009-02-28T00:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T00:14:44.935-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Stuff:  Grooveshark Widget</title><summary type='text'>I love music. Guess, all of us do.It doesn't matter what kind of music you like, but we all can agree that music is the universal language of the heart.Music can change your mood.Music can inspire you.Music can move you.Music can connect you to your deepest core.Music can give you that little push to do something extraordinary.Music could be the fuel to fire up that passion inside you.Whatever </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4408247822275245954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3423884012228734273&amp;postID=4408247822275245954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/4408247822275245954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/4408247822275245954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/2009/02/cool-stuff-grooveshark-widget.html' title='Cool Stuff:  Grooveshark Widget'/><author><name>purple_rain</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-3423884012228734273.post-1775152695311468784</id><published>2009-02-23T22:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T23:28:40.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Rich Are You?</title><summary type='text'>Did you ever ask yourself this question?  I did.  Perhaps, you also did.  I’m sure all of us at some point in our lives have asked the same question to ourselves.  What interests me though, is the answer to the question.Rich?  Well, richness could come in many facets.   It could be material, spiritual, tangible, intangible, real, imaginary.For most of us though, richness, is just for the things </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1775152695311468784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3423884012228734273&amp;postID=1775152695311468784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/1775152695311468784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/1775152695311468784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-rich-are-you.html' title='How Rich Are You?'/><author><name>purple_rain</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-3423884012228734273.post-271243630516203709</id><published>2009-02-23T14:02:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T15:00:08.634-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting to the Bottom of Things...Duh</title><summary type='text'>For the last few months I've been immersed into a really challenging situation.  I started working for a job that entails talking to all kinds of people and making sure that their problem is taken care of. I will be lying to say that the job didn't suck.  Of course it did.  One important requirement aside from having a good background in technical knowhow  was the need for you to have good acting</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/feeds/271243630516203709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3423884012228734273&amp;postID=271243630516203709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/271243630516203709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/271243630516203709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/2009/02/getting-boot.html' title='Getting to the Bottom of Things...Duh'/><author><name>purple_rain</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-3423884012228734273.post-5626869636194856626</id><published>2008-11-19T00:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T00:03:50.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Sticky Situation:  The Business of Getting Into Business</title><summary type='text'>I never knew how tight a spot could be until I was trapped in a corner that was so hard to maneuver, figuratively speaking.What I'm really saying is, there are difficult situations in life that you come across with and until you're in it, you will have no idea how difficult it is.On my wall this is what is etched, "You miss 100% of the shots you never take" which is in essence a very inspiring </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5626869636194856626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3423884012228734273&amp;postID=5626869636194856626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/5626869636194856626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/5626869636194856626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/2008/11/very-sticky-situation-business-of.html' title='A Very Sticky Situation:  The Business of Getting Into Business'/><author><name>purple_rain</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-3423884012228734273.post-3090086028547948667</id><published>2008-10-22T02:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T02:13:12.827-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Must: Passing My Driving Test</title><summary type='text'>I did. I passed the driver's road test and got my state driver's license today. It was one heck of an accomplishment worth noting in my blog. It's one task that I completed and fulfilled with jubilation. Road bumps? None. Thank God. I'll share the experience to you in a future blog.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3090086028547948667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3423884012228734273&amp;postID=3090086028547948667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/3090086028547948667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/3090086028547948667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/2008/10/must-passing-my-driving-test.html' title='A Must: Passing My Driving Test'/><author><name>purple_rain</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-3423884012228734273.post-6017441493814623916</id><published>2008-10-01T16:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T16:07:26.151-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogworthy  E-mail:  Read and Learn</title><summary type='text'>Somebody forwarded to me an e-mail which contains the following stories.  Disclaimer:  The following messages are not this blog author's original content.  However, the author of this blog felt the need to share these amazingly witty stories to the readers out there who are smart enough to appreciate a good laugh and some sensible lessons in life.  (To the author of this content:  if you happen </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6017441493814623916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3423884012228734273&amp;postID=6017441493814623916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/6017441493814623916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/6017441493814623916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/2008/10/blogworthy-e-mail-read-and-learn.html' title='Blogworthy  E-mail:  Read and Learn'/><author><name>purple_rain</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-3423884012228734273.post-5975378695404932981</id><published>2008-09-06T17:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T17:26:37.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Morbid Thoughts: Zeroing In On Mortality</title><summary type='text'>This year I came to learn about a new and faster way to die of cancer.  No offense to the victims of this dreaded disease, but it definitely sparked a new sense of fear to anyone of us who could be diagnosed with this kind of disease.About three months ago, I met a Filipina and she narrated to me how quickly she lost her husband in six weeks time to pancreatic cancer.  Then about a month ago, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5975378695404932981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3423884012228734273&amp;postID=5975378695404932981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/5975378695404932981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/5975378695404932981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/2008/09/morbid-thoughts-zeroing-in-on-mortality.html' title='Morbid Thoughts: Zeroing In On Mortality'/><author><name>purple_rain</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-3423884012228734273.post-7497374131668124741</id><published>2008-06-18T15:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T16:30:30.271-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1:45 a.m. And Still No Shut Eye</title><summary type='text'>I have this room. I call it chaos--my comfort chaos. It's where I spend hours in front of my computer, or just hours spent fidgeting around my electronic gadgets and accessories. I love the sense of disorder in this room. It gives me freedom to mess up and still be able to find my way around things as I channel all my creative energy into pure solitary moment of isolation from the world and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7497374131668124741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3423884012228734273&amp;postID=7497374131668124741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/7497374131668124741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/7497374131668124741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/2008/06/145-am-and-still-no-shut-eye.html' title='1:45 a.m. And Still No Shut Eye'/><author><name>purple_rain</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/_VedELfrY2a4/SFl-XIhoOmI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Du1TYcmli7o/s72-c/time.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423884012228734273.post-838601990078169694</id><published>2008-06-16T01:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T01:34:14.552-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Father I’ve Grown To Respect</title><summary type='text'>Today we celebrate father’s day.  I consider myself lucky to have both a father and a mother while growing up.  It is a privilege not shared by all of us.  For some, it’s their harsh reality that they ended up with just one parent raising them and for some unlucky beings, to be raised without any parent at all.I am grateful, indeed, for being lucky knowing that I always have two faithful </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/feeds/838601990078169694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3423884012228734273&amp;postID=838601990078169694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/838601990078169694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/838601990078169694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/2008/06/father-ive-grown-to-respect.html' title='The Father I’ve Grown To Respect'/><author><name>purple_rain</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-3423884012228734273.post-8941514152969453379</id><published>2008-05-22T00:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T00:58:20.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>David Cook: Season 7 American Idol</title><summary type='text'>Awesome! There is justice in this world, after all.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8941514152969453379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3423884012228734273&amp;postID=8941514152969453379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/8941514152969453379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/8941514152969453379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/2008/05/david-cook-season-7-american-idol.html' title='David Cook: Season 7 American Idol'/><author><name>purple_rain</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-3423884012228734273.post-3995040786146557217</id><published>2008-05-21T01:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T01:43:25.137-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Simon Cowell to David Archuleta:  “It was a knockout!”</title><summary type='text'>Tonight’s American Idol Finale between the two phenomenal Davids was a disappointment for me not because the contestants didn’t do well but because the judges were already calling on who won the title.To Simon Cowell, who’s always been an exceptionally accurate critic to every contestant’s performance, David Archuleta won the night.  Randy also hinted after the third round that David Archuleta is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3995040786146557217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3423884012228734273&amp;postID=3995040786146557217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/3995040786146557217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/3995040786146557217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/2008/05/simon-cowell-to-david-archuleta-it-was.html' title='Simon Cowell to David Archuleta:  “It was a knockout!”'/><author><name>purple_rain</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-3423884012228734273.post-6982060715833236845</id><published>2008-05-19T03:47:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T13:55:21.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Morning Feast: Pump-priming A Day</title><summary type='text'>I love to eat. I also love to cook. I really don't know which one came first, but I really love the idea of having the right color, texture and taste for anything that I put in my mouth--that is food. Just food, don't get me wrong. Somewhere at the back of my head, I have this prejudice about what a meal should be in order for it to be complete. Just give me the right combination of carbs, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6982060715833236845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3423884012228734273&amp;postID=6982060715833236845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/6982060715833236845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/6982060715833236845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-morning-feast-pump-priming-day.html' title='My Morning Feast: Pump-priming A Day'/><author><name>purple_rain</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/_VedELfrY2a4/SDHNBwGLjWI/AAAAAAAAAcM/1l0IpvmUwI4/s72-c/morning_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423884012228734273.post-2551248220437538910</id><published>2008-05-18T08:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T09:08:52.254-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignoramus Tales: Poking Fun At Naiveté…Err…Stupidity</title><summary type='text'>Big Mall Day.A mall just opened in a remote municipality. Everyone was so excited to finally get to experience the fun of mall hopping. The entire community supported the grand opening by taking the time to check out the new mall.Dilemma: At mall closing time, chaos erupted. Everyone who went inside the mall was looking for his/her flip-flops that he/she carefully left behind by the mall entrance</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2551248220437538910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3423884012228734273&amp;postID=2551248220437538910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/2551248220437538910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/2551248220437538910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/2008/05/ignoramus-tales-poking-fun-at.html' title='Ignoramus Tales: Poking Fun At Naiveté…Err…Stupidity'/><author><name>purple_rain</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-3423884012228734273.post-456158826534436107</id><published>2008-05-18T04:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T05:50:06.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coded Lingo: Reading Between The Lines</title><summary type='text'>Click here or click on the box for a readable view.Read the boxed text. If you can decode the underlined words, then there are only two possibilities. Either you are smarter than most people I know or you happened to grab hold of the same book I'm reading at the moment.Either way, you're off to a good start, more so if writing is one of your passions. Being able to speak in metaphors or at least </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/feeds/456158826534436107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3423884012228734273&amp;postID=456158826534436107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/456158826534436107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/456158826534436107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/2008/05/coded-lingo-reading-between-lines.html' title='Coded Lingo: Reading Between The Lines'/><author><name>purple_rain</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/_VedELfrY2a4/SDADPQGLjTI/AAAAAAAAAb0/kT8pRdhagew/s72-c/tbox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423884012228734273.post-3270367874549687704</id><published>2008-05-15T02:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T02:24:28.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol: The Better David</title><summary type='text'>Now that American Idol has finally boiled down to its last two contenders, I am so excited that my favorite contestant, David Cook is going to compete head-to-head with another equally talented David Archuleta.It is a thrill to see David Cook, being the wonderful and talented performer that he is on stage, battle his one chance to claim the title of Season 7's American Idol. He is always a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3270367874549687704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3423884012228734273&amp;postID=3270367874549687704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/3270367874549687704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/3270367874549687704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/2008/05/american-idol-better-david.html' title='American Idol: The Better David'/><author><name>purple_rain</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-3423884012228734273.post-8007340714237914310</id><published>2008-05-14T01:25:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T18:58:11.211-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetic Justice: That Homesick Feeling</title><summary type='text'>It is hard to live away from the place you once call home, because there really is no place like home. It is an awful thing to miss the place where you once had your playground as a child and probably spent the first half of your lifetime, whether it was an easy one or a time lived with tough challenges. Simply put, being geographically displaced from your familiar habitat and being separated </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8007340714237914310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3423884012228734273&amp;postID=8007340714237914310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/8007340714237914310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/8007340714237914310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/2008/05/poetic-justice-that-homesick-feeling.html' title='Poetic Justice: That Homesick Feeling'/><author><name>purple_rain</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-3423884012228734273.post-624114618224984967</id><published>2008-05-04T04:47:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T05:55:58.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boggle Your Mind: Test Your Brain Power</title><summary type='text'>"It is sad that the fools are so self-confident and the clever ones are full of doubts."-Bertrand Russell-The GamblerA gambler enters the casino three times. Each time he comes in he gives $10 to the doorman. Then he bets all of his remaining money. And he wins, doubling his original bet. As he goes out he gives another $10 to the high-roller. He does this three times in a row. By the third time,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/feeds/624114618224984967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3423884012228734273&amp;postID=624114618224984967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/624114618224984967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/624114618224984967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/2008/05/boggle-your-mind-test-your-brain-power.html' title='Boggle Your Mind: Test Your Brain Power'/><author><name>purple_rain</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-3423884012228734273.post-5290576939837082500</id><published>2008-03-21T19:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T20:07:28.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friday: How Holy It Used To Be</title><summary type='text'>I remember growing up in a strict Catholic upbringing and observing holy week as some sort of purging religious experience.The celebration would culminate with the Palm Sunday procession.  We used to diligently weave some artfully crafted coconut leaves that we proudly wave as a reenactment to the welcome rites they gave to Jesus Christ during biblical times.Then we proceed to celebrate Ash </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5290576939837082500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3423884012228734273&amp;postID=5290576939837082500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/5290576939837082500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/5290576939837082500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/2008/03/good-friday-how-holy-it-used-to-be.html' title='Good Friday: How Holy It Used To Be'/><author><name>purple_rain</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-3423884012228734273.post-8364078038059519615</id><published>2008-02-04T02:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T02:57:44.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel Good Sunday: Super Bowl XLII</title><summary type='text'>Today is a major day in our household.  We rallied in front of our TV set and rooted for our favorite team to win this year’s football championship game.  We had a feast enough to entertain ourselves during some boring moments of the NFL, and a feast to fill our stomachs enough to drive the butterflies away brought about by the tension of watching a truly magnificent football championship game.As</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8364078038059519615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3423884012228734273&amp;postID=8364078038059519615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/8364078038059519615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/8364078038059519615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/2008/02/feel-good-sunday-super-bowl-xlii.html' title='Feel Good Sunday: Super Bowl XLII'/><author><name>purple_rain</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-3423884012228734273.post-6590786137268077741</id><published>2008-01-19T04:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T04:40:08.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DANGEROUS ENCOUNTERS: Surviving the Unexpected</title><summary type='text'>This is more or less a chronicle of unpleasant events that I’ve experienced in my life that really scared the living daylights out of me.Sweet Talk Way back in the early eighties, I was only a little girl. I grew up in a remote city in the western part of Mindanao in the Philippines. Our form of transportation was basically the simplest one. All we had then were tricycles and bicycles and of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6590786137268077741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3423884012228734273&amp;postID=6590786137268077741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/6590786137268077741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/6590786137268077741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/2008/01/dangerous-encounters-surviving.html' title='DANGEROUS ENCOUNTERS: Surviving the Unexpected'/><author><name>purple_rain</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-3423884012228734273.post-7640620168459472183</id><published>2008-01-13T18:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T03:05:23.867-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pale Blue Dot</title><summary type='text'>Imagine for a minute that you're in a bubble drifting, and floating away in the vastness of space.  Distance yourself from the tangible you.  Immerse yourself in total abscence of physical boundaries--no body, no possessions, no nothing.  What do you see?You probably say, "nothing".  And that makes a lot of difference because you see, there's more to you than what meets the human eye. You don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7640620168459472183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3423884012228734273&amp;postID=7640620168459472183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/7640620168459472183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/7640620168459472183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/2008/01/pale-blue-dot.html' title='The Pale Blue Dot'/><author><name>purple_rain</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/_VedELfrY2a4/RfYadsxJAOI/AAAAAAAAAR0/orZXzqz8bm4/s72-c/purpleaf.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423884012228734273.post-322503385059351879</id><published>2008-01-02T09:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T09:54:59.564-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wire: Probably The Best TV Show Ever</title><summary type='text'>Happy New Year one and all! Whew! It's 2008. I am a sucker for real TV entertainment, though I don't really spend much time in front of the boob-tube.  Nevertheless, when something captures my attention I am eternally glued to the show until it's over.Over the holidays, I wasn't really able to do much because I caught the bug--the cold virus. I had it all planned that during my vacation I will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/feeds/322503385059351879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3423884012228734273&amp;postID=322503385059351879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/322503385059351879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/322503385059351879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/2008/01/wire-probably-best-tv-show-ever.html' title='The Wire: Probably The Best TV Show Ever'/><author><name>purple_rain</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-3423884012228734273.post-7984108153449104404</id><published>2007-12-21T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T23:28:47.294-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Holiday Wish List</title><summary type='text'>1. Let there be peace on earth.2. A pink diamond pendant. 3. Panasonic home theater system with wireless rear speakers. 4. POD by Atlantic CD organizer. 5. Cereal dispenser by Zevro. 6. Carlos Falchi handbag. 7. Nohonon desk character.8. Sennheiser wireless headphones.9. Kindle digital reading device by Amazon10.  A trip to the banana republic.Happy Holidays one and all!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7984108153449104404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3423884012228734273&amp;postID=7984108153449104404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/7984108153449104404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/7984108153449104404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-holiday-wish-list.html' title='My Holiday Wish List'/><author><name>purple_rain</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-3423884012228734273.post-5886431262728236794</id><published>2007-12-08T00:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T00:50:07.531-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stranger Than Fiction: The Case of My Missing Jewelry</title><summary type='text'>Around this time last year, I lost a piece of jewelry, a gold bracelet that is worth more or less $300.  The strange thing was, I put it with my other jewelries in an easy access cabinet in my room, and the rest of my jewelries were there and remained untouched.  At first I was thinking that perhaps one of my kids played with it and probably misplaced it around the house.  So I let the days go by</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5886431262728236794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3423884012228734273&amp;postID=5886431262728236794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/5886431262728236794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/5886431262728236794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/2007/12/stranger-than-fiction-case-of-my.html' title='Stranger Than Fiction: The Case of My Missing Jewelry'/><author><name>purple_rain</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/_VedELfrY2a4/RfYadsxJAOI/AAAAAAAAAR0/orZXzqz8bm4/s72-c/purpleaf.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423884012228734273.post-4532252474369846438</id><published>2007-12-01T16:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T00:50:28.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>November Scare: Of Fires &amp; False Alarms Courtesy of ADT</title><summary type='text'>It's December. Yeah, it's been a while since I posted anything on my blog. It's not that nothing noteworthy transpired but I was still very busy putting my blogging life on track. Anyway, Halloween passed and nothing scary happened. You know it's always fun when something really freaks you out then you realize that it's not really what you think? That's why it's always fun to put on a "Chuckie" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4532252474369846438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3423884012228734273&amp;postID=4532252474369846438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/4532252474369846438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/4532252474369846438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/2007/12/november-scare-of-fires-false-alarms.html' title='November Scare: Of Fires &amp; False Alarms Courtesy of ADT'/><author><name>purple_rain</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/_VedELfrY2a4/RfYadsxJAOI/AAAAAAAAAR0/orZXzqz8bm4/s72-c/purpleaf.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423884012228734273.post-8966049903578222156</id><published>2007-10-04T00:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T00:50:53.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Large</title><summary type='text'>Imagine for a minute that you're a king, what would you eat for breakfast?Some people think that breakfast is not as important as the other meals in the day.  In fact, some people skip breakfast and some combine their breakfast with lunch, thus, the term "brunch".For some of you who don't know breakfast, breakfast is the most essential meal of the day. Breakfast is meant to break your 8-12 hour </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8966049903578222156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3423884012228734273&amp;postID=8966049903578222156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/8966049903578222156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/8966049903578222156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/2007/10/living-large.html' title='Living Large'/><author><name>purple_rain</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/_VedELfrY2a4/RfYadsxJAOI/AAAAAAAAAR0/orZXzqz8bm4/s72-c/purpleaf.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423884012228734273.post-2466592940737610841</id><published>2007-10-02T00:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T00:51:14.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering Special People</title><summary type='text'>I used to work with a guy, well, not really.  He was a bit on the feminine side.  He was actually my mentor when I was in college, then surprisingly when I started my job we ended up as colleagues. Anyway, he was not the nicest of people.  He was actually nasty, typical of his gender preference.  It's almost as if gay guys are given that privilege to talk nasty to other people. Of course it is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2466592940737610841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3423884012228734273&amp;postID=2466592940737610841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/2466592940737610841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/2466592940737610841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/2007/10/remembering-special-people.html' title='Remembering Special People'/><author><name>purple_rain</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/_VedELfrY2a4/RfYadsxJAOI/AAAAAAAAAR0/orZXzqz8bm4/s72-c/purpleaf.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423884012228734273.post-2626277112236013972</id><published>2007-05-07T01:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T00:51:40.628-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Believe In Angels</title><summary type='text'> What would you do if your car stalls right in a busy intersection just as when visibility is poor because it's past nine o'clock at night and you are in a dark-colored vehicle? Add to that the fact that you are not travelling alone, but you have your precious little children inside your car. You have your entire family with you.You feel an inconceivable horror but you cannot panic because the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2626277112236013972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3423884012228734273&amp;postID=2626277112236013972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/2626277112236013972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/2626277112236013972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-believe-in-angels.html' title='I Believe In Angels'/><author><name>purple_rain</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/_VedELfrY2a4/RfYadsxJAOI/AAAAAAAAAR0/orZXzqz8bm4/s72-c/purpleaf.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423884012228734273.post-5974040382623377089</id><published>2007-04-25T23:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T02:05:12.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ugly Face Of Poverty</title><summary type='text'>Tonight American Idol reached out to millions of its global audience to give back to the needy, the hungry, and the less fortunate ones. Surprisingly, some Americans especially those that come from tragedy-stricken areas are also suffering and need immediate help as well.The picture painted was more on the devastating effects of poverty. It is a realization for everyone of us that indeed no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5974040382623377089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3423884012228734273&amp;postID=5974040382623377089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/5974040382623377089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/5974040382623377089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/2007/04/ugly-face-of-poverty.html' title='The Ugly Face Of Poverty'/><author><name>purple_rain</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-3423884012228734273.post-6643319730426361593</id><published>2007-04-19T22:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T00:37:24.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Second Chance At Life: Psalm 91</title><summary type='text'>About fifteen years ago, I was caught in a tragic vehicular accident. It was in the summer of 1992. We were campaigning for one of the most heated local elections in our city's history. We went to the remote coastal areas in the city to campaign for the candidates whom we believed were fit to run the city and bring favorable change to our community. We didn't know much. We were young. But young </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6643319730426361593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3423884012228734273&amp;postID=6643319730426361593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/6643319730426361593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/6643319730426361593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-second-chance-at-life-psalm-91.html' title='My Second Chance At Life: Psalm 91'/><author><name>purple_rain</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-3423884012228734273.post-9192753966524424182</id><published>2007-04-12T00:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T00:33:58.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting TERRORISM: How Far Can We Go?</title><summary type='text'>Just recently I took a 21 hour flight on my way back to the U.S. We had a stop over in Hong Kong because our flight for the U.S. doesn’t leave until the following day.On the day when we were to take the Hong Kong to New York flight, I was shocked at the new rules for taking liquids with you on board an airplane.Starting 21 March 2007, departing passengers can carry only a limited quantity of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/feeds/9192753966524424182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3423884012228734273&amp;postID=9192753966524424182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/9192753966524424182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/9192753966524424182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/2007/04/fighting-terrorism-how-far-can-we-go.html' title='Fighting TERRORISM: How Far Can We Go?'/><author><name>purple_rain</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-3423884012228734273.post-5401101129688289973</id><published>2007-03-20T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T13:58:18.732-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My 84-Yr. Old Masseuse</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--google_ad_section_start--&gt;Who amongst us here enjoy a good pampering every once in a while? I do. It comes in the form of a massage.A periodic massage to the body actually helps especially during stressful times. A massage often gives you the feeling of relief and rejuvenation. I don't know why, but it must be the release of tension that really makes massaging the body such a relaxing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5401101129688289973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3423884012228734273&amp;postID=5401101129688289973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/5401101129688289973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/5401101129688289973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-84-yr-old-masseuse.html' title='My 84-Yr. Old Masseuse'/><author><name>purple_rain</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-3423884012228734273.post-6032978821237542200</id><published>2007-03-05T12:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T09:15:48.639-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seducing My Curiosity for the Supernatural</title><summary type='text'>A Story From the Old Days&lt;!--google_ad_section_start--&gt;I grew up hearing stories about witches, witchcraft, black magic, supernatural spells and more.  But this one story somehow is clearly etched in my memory.  It’s the story about  my father’s grandfather who displayed some kind of a supernatural ability.According to my father, his grandfather stood a little over four feet, and yet according to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6032978821237542200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3423884012228734273&amp;postID=6032978821237542200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/6032978821237542200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/6032978821237542200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/2007/03/seducing-my-curiosity-for-supernatural.html' title='Seducing My Curiosity for the Supernatural'/><author><name>purple_rain</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-3423884012228734273.post-153645632868144583</id><published>2007-03-05T08:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T09:17:18.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Did You Know  That. . .</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--google_ad_section_start--&gt;"Ma is as selfless as I am" can be read the same way backwards.The shortest complete sentence in the English language is . . . "Go.""Pack my red box with five dozen quality jugs." is a sentence that contains all twenty-six letters of the English alphabet, and it's called a panagram."Sixth sick sheik's sixth sheep's sick" is the toughest tongue twister.Well, there it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/feeds/153645632868144583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3423884012228734273&amp;postID=153645632868144583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/153645632868144583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/153645632868144583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/2007/03/did-you-know-that.html' title='Did You Know  That. . .'/><author><name>purple_rain</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-3423884012228734273.post-3642713604231044001</id><published>2007-02-27T10:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T09:19:37.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote-Worthy Bits</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--google_ad_section_start--&gt;I read these excerpts from a local publication and feel compelled to quote them here because of the irresistible humor and wit embodied in each thought.Cojones--means balls in Spanish which can also be referred to as guts. Yet, what is the difference between balls and guts?"Guts is when you arrive home late, after a night out with the boys. Your wife opens the door </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3642713604231044001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3423884012228734273&amp;postID=3642713604231044001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/3642713604231044001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/3642713604231044001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/2007/02/quote-worthy-bits.html' title='Quote-Worthy Bits'/><author><name>purple_rain</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-3423884012228734273.post-1673312948022681146</id><published>2007-02-25T09:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T09:20:44.212-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Attempt To Lose Weight</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--google_ad_section_start--&gt;Let me start by saying that I'm nowhere near obese. I don't consider myself fat. However, I felt like it would be nice to lose a few pounds just for the trouble of it. My target--lose at least five(5) pounds in a month's time. With the schedule that I have, it's impossible to go to the gym, and do some exercise. So I decided to look for some weight loss pills that I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1673312948022681146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3423884012228734273&amp;postID=1673312948022681146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/1673312948022681146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/1673312948022681146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/2007/02/attempt-to-lose-weight.html' title='An Attempt To Lose Weight'/><author><name>purple_rain</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-3423884012228734273.post-5974842782227716589</id><published>2007-02-17T19:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T09:21:28.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'>17th of February</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--google_ad_section_start--&gt;This is an important day of the year for me. I tend to become so emotionally vulnerable on this day. I don't know why, but maybe it's because I share the pain that my mother felt when she brought me to this world. It ain't a joke for a woman to go through the pains of labor and the roller coaster ride of emotions she has to endure afterwards.Well, without getting too</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5974842782227716589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3423884012228734273&amp;postID=5974842782227716589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/5974842782227716589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/5974842782227716589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/2007/02/17th-of-february.html' title='17th of February'/><author><name>purple_rain</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/_VedELfrY2a4/Rdeuk1vzzzI/AAAAAAAAAJs/qTFH9czx7mg/s72-c/birtd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423884012228734273.post-9096622409175617635</id><published>2007-02-07T12:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T09:22:19.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Own Dilemma: Obsession? Compulsion?</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--google_ad_section_start--&gt;I am not quite the average person. In many ways I am unique. I have a broader sense of understanding than most people do. My field of interests covers a wider scope. I am independent and I chose to do things on my own if I am able to do them rather than ask somebody to do it in my behalf. In other words, I have a good sense of well-being. But as I get older, I notice</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/feeds/9096622409175617635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3423884012228734273&amp;postID=9096622409175617635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/9096622409175617635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/9096622409175617635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-own-dilemna-obsession-compulsion.html' title='My Own Dilemma: Obsession? Compulsion?'/><author><name>purple_rain</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-3423884012228734273.post-3112358621098648623</id><published>2007-02-06T03:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T09:23:29.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Let Your Guard Down</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--google_ad_section_start--&gt;A few weeks back I met a friend, and was just amazed that after not seeing each other for quite some time---ten years at least, he still recognized me and was the first one to call my attention. I was a bit embarrassed because, at the back of my head somehow, I could not recall his name. But he politely, reintroduced himself. More so, he still recalled how I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3112358621098648623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3423884012228734273&amp;postID=3112358621098648623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/3112358621098648623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/3112358621098648623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/2007/02/dont-let-your-guard-down.html' title='Don&apos;t Let Your Guard Down'/><author><name>purple_rain</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-3423884012228734273.post-3675085431339732156</id><published>2007-02-06T03:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T09:24:07.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Age Like Wine</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--google_ad_section_start--&gt;Age is a great equalizer because rich or poor, male and female alike, go through the process of aging. Some go through it faster than they should, and some lucky few, a little slower than most people. But how do we measure aging? Is it the lines on our forehead? Is it the tightness of our skin? Is it the color of our hair? Is it the dentures that we wear? Is it the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3675085431339732156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3423884012228734273&amp;postID=3675085431339732156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/3675085431339732156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/3675085431339732156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/2007/02/to-age-like-wine.html' title='To Age Like Wine'/><author><name>purple_rain</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-3423884012228734273.post-7303198530394340149</id><published>2007-02-06T03:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T09:24:49.972-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Up Free</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--google_ad_section_start--&gt;There's nothing sweeter than the memory of a wonderful childhood. It's like a gift that you'll keep on wrapping and unwrapping time and time again.I grew up in an island in the southern part of the Philippines, a nice little municipality named Dapitan. The place is paradise to me for it's where I was born and raised. I can confidently say, that it used to be my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7303198530394340149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3423884012228734273&amp;postID=7303198530394340149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/7303198530394340149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/7303198530394340149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/2007/02/growing-up-free.html' title='Growing Up Free'/><author><name>purple_rain</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-3423884012228734273.post-1929553585859101605</id><published>2007-02-06T03:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T09:25:35.044-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinoy In New York</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--google_ad_section_start--&gt;My friend and I decided to go on an adventure in New York so once and for all we get the feel of the spirit of the holiday season in the big apple. We thought it would be more fun to go at night, to enjoy the city lights and the Christmas decorations and all that can only happen in NY. And true enough, we trekked the streets of 42nd all the way to the 50th. The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1929553585859101605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3423884012228734273&amp;postID=1929553585859101605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/1929553585859101605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/1929553585859101605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/2007/02/pinoy-in-new-york.html' title='Pinoy In New York'/><author><name>purple_rain</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-3423884012228734273.post-2302700070443885196</id><published>2007-02-06T03:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T09:26:26.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Sudden Turn</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--google_ad_section_start--&gt;I was on holiday vacation in New York when my sister sent me an e-mail that one of my colleagues called up to let me know that our friend just went into a coma. I was shocked to hear the news, at the same time, scenes were already playing in my head as to what can possibly happen next. All sort of unpleasant thoughts came hovering in my mind.Then I called up my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2302700070443885196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3423884012228734273&amp;postID=2302700070443885196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/2302700070443885196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423884012228734273/posts/default/2302700070443885196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspreadtoes.blogspot.com/2007/02/lifes-sudden-turn.html' title='Life&apos;s Sudden Turn'/><author><name>purple_rain</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>
