<?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-10826008</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:53:54.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Source Codes</title><subtitle type='html'>"Life would be so much easier if we only had the source codes"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zurcoh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10826008/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zurcoh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Zurcoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617791711328914157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10826008.post-6707454499306388111</id><published>2011-03-17T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T00:59:23.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The bouncing ball</title><content type='html'>I'm kinda lost right now. I have come to a point when I have pause juggling the famous crystal, metal and bouncing ball. It seems that I'm lost thru time and space, when everything slows down and stops. The last time that I know is I have already lost my grip on the bouncing ball  and its droping off so fast on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been almost 6 months now and 3 more months to go and our lives will be changed. There's a mixed feeling of excitement and worries. Worries that I should submit to the Creator above. I love my wife and the baby inside her but at times like this, when everything slows down and stops, for some reason which I also don't understand, I can't and having a hard time showing off to them. I hope they would understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'm busy catching the bouncing ball that I have dropped. Perhaps I'm too busy doing the provider role, making and securing the future of my family. Too busy that I have lost my grip on the bouncing ball. A classic example of a real failure. With the current situation and 3 months left, I'm facing a dead end. I'm not too sure if everything I have planned and hoping for to secure my family's future will work out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The height of my career has reached its peak and its droppin off so fast. The business I have formulated and planned for is not as it seems to be working out (though its still on its making). The million dollar question would be: Should I continue this craziness or go back to reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10826008-6707454499306388111?l=zurcoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zurcoh.blogspot.com/feeds/6707454499306388111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10826008&amp;postID=6707454499306388111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10826008/posts/default/6707454499306388111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10826008/posts/default/6707454499306388111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zurcoh.blogspot.com/2011/03/bouncing-ball.html' title='The bouncing ball'/><author><name>Zurcoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617791711328914157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10826008.post-114316818235542096</id><published>2006-03-24T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T09:46:40.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilt and Fear</title><content type='html'>Guilt and fear… These are the factors that hold back my faith in God. I must admit my faith isn’t as solid as a rock. Its can be easily shattered by guilt and fear. Guilt of doing the wrong things and fear of the consequences that you have done may backfire on you. When at times the fear is great and had overrun my faith, I cry out to God; ask for His forgiveness and help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I telling this... simply because, we live on a modern world… we tend to forget that there is a Creator who watches us struggles in our circumstances. We are easily carried away by our feelings and regrets of the things that are happening around us. And if some point of your life you feel depressed, worried, lonely or searching for answers... look up in the sky... and you will find what you are looking for. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for some reason if you have feared about backfiring consequences or God punishment, my advice... accept it, ask for forgiveness and learned from it. I like this verse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son, do not make light of the Lord's discipline,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and do not lose heart when he rebukes you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;because the Lord disciplines those he loves,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and he chastens everyone he accepts as his child&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prov. 3:11,12, &lt;strong&gt;Hebrew 12:6&lt;/strong&gt; (TNIV)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10826008-114316818235542096?l=zurcoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zurcoh.blogspot.com/feeds/114316818235542096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10826008&amp;postID=114316818235542096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10826008/posts/default/114316818235542096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10826008/posts/default/114316818235542096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zurcoh.blogspot.com/2006/03/guilt-and-fear.html' title='Guilt and Fear'/><author><name>Zurcoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617791711328914157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10826008.post-114308143428507673</id><published>2006-03-23T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T11:12:36.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The whisper</title><content type='html'>With all the things that are happening around us, circumstances that are uncontrollable and awkward "habits" that are threatening for corruption, makes me think and realize the real value and purpose of life. Thru weakness and sadness, I decided to search for it and somehow God had whisper the "starting point" to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That time, my boss, Sir Paul was listening to an interesting audio book that even some of the prominent personalities had read it (e.g. George W. Bush). I was curious about it and ask a copy of it then I realized it was Ric Warren's Purpose Driven Life, the same book I have heard long before to my college mates. Then I committed myself on reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thru Bro Harold (a friend and a colleague) initiative, the very essence of the book materialized thru Lingkod PDL Friday session. And now its day 34, the lessons and session are about to end... somehow it had change my life, my thoughts and my heart. I know its only the beginning... surely there is much more to learned and practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to Ric Warren and Bro Harold ;) and most of all, to God our Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10826008-114308143428507673?l=zurcoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zurcoh.blogspot.com/feeds/114308143428507673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10826008&amp;postID=114308143428507673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10826008/posts/default/114308143428507673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10826008/posts/default/114308143428507673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zurcoh.blogspot.com/2006/03/whisper.html' title='The whisper'/><author><name>Zurcoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617791711328914157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10826008.post-113878792012902559</id><published>2006-02-01T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T18:02:32.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Para Sa'yo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lumayo ka na sa akin&lt;br /&gt;Wag mo na kong kausapin&lt;br /&gt;Parang awa mo na&lt;br /&gt;Wag ka magpaakit sakin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayoko lang masaktan ka&lt;br /&gt;Malakas akong mambola&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ako santo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero para sau....&lt;br /&gt;Akoy magbabago, kahit mahirap..&lt;br /&gt;Kakayanin ko&lt;br /&gt;Dahil para sau, handa ako magpakatino&lt;br /&gt;Laging icipin, lahat ay gagawin&lt;br /&gt;Basta para sau...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ikaw ung tipong niloloko&lt;br /&gt;At hindi naman ako ung tipong nagseseryoso&lt;br /&gt;At kahit sulit&lt;br /&gt;Sana sayo ang kasalan,&lt;br /&gt;Lolokohin lng kita&lt;br /&gt;Kayat kung pwede wag nalang dahil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayoko lang masaktan ka&lt;br /&gt;Malakas akong mambola&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ako santo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero para sau....&lt;br /&gt;Akoy magbabago, kahit mahirap..&lt;br /&gt;Kakayanin ko&lt;br /&gt;Dahil para sau, handa ako magpakatino&lt;br /&gt;Laging icipin, lahat ay gagawin&lt;br /&gt;Basta para sau...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit nakikinig ka pa&lt;br /&gt;Matatapos na ang kanta&lt;br /&gt;Pinapatakas na kita&lt;br /&gt;Mula nung unang stanza&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ka ba natatakot&lt;br /&gt;Baka ikaw ay masangkot&lt;br /&gt;Sa mga kasalanan ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero para sau....&lt;br /&gt;Akoy magbabago, kahit mahirap..&lt;br /&gt;Kakayanin ko&lt;br /&gt;Dahil para sau, handa ako magpakatino&lt;br /&gt;Laging icipin, lahat ay gagawin&lt;br /&gt;Basta para sau...&lt;br /&gt;Akoy magbabago, kahit mahirap..&lt;br /&gt;Kakayanin ko&lt;br /&gt;Dahil para sau, handa ako magpakatino&lt;br /&gt;Laging icipin, lahat ay gagawin&lt;br /&gt;Basta para sau...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Parokya Ni Edgar)&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/10826008-113878792012902559?l=zurcoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zurcoh.blogspot.com/feeds/113878792012902559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10826008&amp;postID=113878792012902559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10826008/posts/default/113878792012902559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10826008/posts/default/113878792012902559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zurcoh.blogspot.com/2006/02/para-sayo.html' title='Para Sa&apos;yo'/><author><name>Zurcoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617791711328914157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10826008.post-111906487955433653</id><published>2005-06-18T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T11:24:44.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time passes by...</title><content type='html'>It’s been quite a while. So much had happened within my three months of absence on this blog. There are some changes that somehow that had happened which I'm not ready to face it but I was glad it had happened. Sounds confusing, yeah I know, but to those who have known it, you know what I mean. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I right now? Let’s say I'm trying to make some new challenges in my so called life. Aside from that I'm trying to conquer my fear and loneliness too. Sounds dramatic huh? hehe, I realize that its were the fun and excitement begins, when everything you feared to loose it at stake, then you become more of what you are right now. And that’s the way it should be… hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who want some scope in the office on our group, this is my statement: Everything that had happen and will be happening is just a part of a big vision. And now it’s just begun... changes will be inevitable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10826008-111906487955433653?l=zurcoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zurcoh.blogspot.com/feeds/111906487955433653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10826008&amp;postID=111906487955433653' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10826008/posts/default/111906487955433653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10826008/posts/default/111906487955433653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zurcoh.blogspot.com/2005/06/time-passes-by.html' title='Time passes by...'/><author><name>Zurcoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617791711328914157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10826008.post-111218367862509986</id><published>2005-03-30T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T09:00:14.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Redemption</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;First time to post pics on this blog... let me see if these will work. Pictures were taken from my last redemption expedition at Mt Tagapo (formerly knowned as Susong Dalaga) Talim Island, middle of Laguna De Bay. Bro Harold and Co. decided to go up at Thursday night and put up a camp site at the foot of the peak. Some pics were taken on the break of dawn Good Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 311px; HEIGHT: 214px" height="359" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/17/28/5918271/11102377450052l.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The peak... taken from the second highest level of the mountain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 311px; HEIGHT: 214px" height="359" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/17/28/5918271/11102176314208l.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The camp site (with the veterans).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 311px; HEIGHT: 214px" height="359" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/17/28/5918271/11102245516432l.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;At the peak around 6AM.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 311px; HEIGHT: 214px" height="359" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/17/28/5918271/11102612421751l.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Going down the peak.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 311px; HEIGHT: 214px" height="359" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/17/28/5918271/1110253733201l.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Some sceneries along the mountain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All courtesy of Bro Harold… thanks bro!... for everything :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10826008-111218367862509986?l=zurcoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zurcoh.blogspot.com/feeds/111218367862509986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10826008&amp;postID=111218367862509986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10826008/posts/default/111218367862509986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10826008/posts/default/111218367862509986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zurcoh.blogspot.com/2005/03/redemption.html' title='Redemption'/><author><name>Zurcoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617791711328914157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10826008.post-111060049297907828</id><published>2005-03-12T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T14:54:17.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A friend of mine posted this “article” on her blog. Sadly to say I can’t make a comment on it on her site, so I’m gonna borrowed it (pahiram janice ha! hehe) and I’m gonna make some “comments” here at my blog (hehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article goes like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you were distant, I wouldn’t chase you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wouldn’t love me, fine; Don’t expect me to come running after you. If you’ll hurt me, I will leave you. Even if I still love you, I will leave you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearest exit… there. That’s where I’ll go. And as I take the exit, only with courage and support from my loved ones, I won’t look back. I won’t contact you in any way. You will miss me. You will wonder how I am doing while I struggle to move on; while I make myself believe that I am special, and that I do not deserve to be hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is my choice—to move on and believe in myself. I’ll be strong. I’ll learn to love myself. I’ll win back myself and conquer my own fears and loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will come out of the battle as the winner. Because of my faith. Because I am strong and because I am determined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am determined to move on with my life without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose the road where only the winners go…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And someday, I will bump into someone again. This time it’s for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love the thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hmmm… it’s a nice piece of work… especially for a determined lady like you. Honestly I admired your courage and determination in moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for me, it doesn’t work that way especially if it’s been too long you’ve been together. Maybe because we have different experiences on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within 7 years of memories, it’s hard not to look back and forget everything…for me, the least thing that I could do is to TREASURE it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it’s hard to walk away and pull out yourself on the rain even if you wanted to. ACCEPTANCE is the first key.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10826008-111060049297907828?l=zurcoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zurcoh.blogspot.com/feeds/111060049297907828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10826008&amp;postID=111060049297907828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10826008/posts/default/111060049297907828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10826008/posts/default/111060049297907828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zurcoh.blogspot.com/2005/03/true.html' title='True'/><author><name>Zurcoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617791711328914157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10826008.post-111016669601020985</id><published>2005-03-07T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T16:29:40.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember when (a tribute to the old-timers)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To the old timers in IT... and also to the new ones... read on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"Remember when... ? A computer was something on TV from a science fiction show. A window was something you hated to clean and RAM was the cousin of a goat... An application was for employment. A program was a TV show. A cursor used profanity. A keyboard was a piano. Memory was something that you lost with age. A CD was a bank account. And if you had a 3 1/2" floppy you hoped that nobody found out. Compress was something you did to the garbage not something you did to a file. And if you unzipped anything in public you'd be in jail for awhile. Log on was adding wood to the fire. Hard drive was a long trip on the road. A mouse pad was where a mouse lived and a backup happened to your commode. Cut you did with a pocket knife. Paste you did with glue. A web was a spider's home and a virus was the flu. I guess I'll stick to my pad and paper and the memory in my head. I hear nobody's been killed in a computer crash but when it happens they wish they were dead!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10826008-111016669601020985?l=zurcoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zurcoh.blogspot.com/feeds/111016669601020985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10826008&amp;postID=111016669601020985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10826008/posts/default/111016669601020985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10826008/posts/default/111016669601020985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zurcoh.blogspot.com/2005/03/remember-when-tribute-to-old-timers.html' title='Remember when (a tribute to the old-timers)'/><author><name>Zurcoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617791711328914157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10826008.post-110992850932095972</id><published>2005-03-04T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T17:46:31.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insanity Check</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I got my first project implementation on a big telco company, a met someone whose charm is, let us say, “angelic”. Normally she used to walked and passed-by in front of my cubicle which is somewhere located near the restroom of the ladies. (An awkward place to be huh? :p ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Our first acquaintance was a disaster to me. I never imagine such charm and beauty have the courage to start a conversation with a stranger. She approaches me, introduces herself, gave her hand for a shake and said “keep seeing you around…” I was totally shocked and speechless that time. As I recover from the stunned, I became insane and was eager to find out more about her. I throw-off a couple of emails to her, and eventually we had an exchange of mails. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I found out the reason why she did the first move; simply because she notices me looking at her every time she passes by. (hey what can I do, I’m only human.) Anyway, this time I never let my guard off… so I replied to her. “How can I resist pausing my work… and can't help it but to look; when I know an angel is passing by.” (way to go huh! hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eventually we became friends, exchanging emails. Last year, I visited her on their office, not as stranger, but this time as her friend. I remember one of her email …she said “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;keep yourself sane by being insane for once in a while&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/10826008-110992850932095972?l=zurcoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zurcoh.blogspot.com/feeds/110992850932095972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10826008&amp;postID=110992850932095972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10826008/posts/default/110992850932095972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10826008/posts/default/110992850932095972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zurcoh.blogspot.com/2005/03/insanity-check.html' title='Insanity Check'/><author><name>Zurcoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617791711328914157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10826008.post-110984037975790990</id><published>2005-03-03T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T17:02:03.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>having a hard day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lately I'm having a difficult day dealing with different uncontrollable events esp when emotions are involved... good thing a very special friend of mine is always bugging me with qoutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just in case you're having a hard day too... this may help you out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When you slow down, step back a moment and put things in perspective, you can then move on with more efficiency. It only takes a moment to adapt and control how you respond."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thanks cat (",)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10826008-110984037975790990?l=zurcoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zurcoh.blogspot.com/feeds/110984037975790990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10826008&amp;postID=110984037975790990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10826008/posts/default/110984037975790990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10826008/posts/default/110984037975790990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zurcoh.blogspot.com/2005/03/having-hard-day.html' title='having a hard day...'/><author><name>Zurcoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617791711328914157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10826008.post-110958700476642531</id><published>2005-02-28T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T18:42:32.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Warrior is a Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I find this song interesting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Warrior is a Child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Lately I've been winning battles left and right&lt;br /&gt;But even winners can get wounded in the fight&lt;br /&gt;People say that I'm amazing&lt;br /&gt;I'm strong beyond my years&lt;br /&gt;But they don't see inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I'm hiding all the tears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;They don't know that I come running home when I fall down&lt;br /&gt;They don't know who picks me up when no one is around&lt;br /&gt;I drop my sword and cry for just a while&lt;br /&gt;(Look up for His smile)&lt;br /&gt;'Coz deep inside this armor&lt;br /&gt;The warrior is a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unafraid because His arrow is the best&lt;br /&gt;But even soldiers need a quiet place to rest&lt;br /&gt;People say that I'm amazing&lt;br /&gt;I never face retreat, oh no&lt;br /&gt;But they don't see the enemies&lt;br /&gt;That lay me at His feet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10826008-110958700476642531?l=zurcoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zurcoh.blogspot.com/feeds/110958700476642531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10826008&amp;postID=110958700476642531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10826008/posts/default/110958700476642531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10826008/posts/default/110958700476642531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zurcoh.blogspot.com/2005/02/warrior-is-child.html' title='The Warrior is a Child'/><author><name>Zurcoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617791711328914157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10826008.post-110837610772526199</id><published>2005-02-14T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T18:18:33.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A manifestation</title><content type='html'>A manifestation will be made... soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10826008-110837610772526199?l=zurcoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zurcoh.blogspot.com/feeds/110837610772526199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10826008&amp;postID=110837610772526199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10826008/posts/default/110837610772526199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10826008/posts/default/110837610772526199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zurcoh.blogspot.com/2005/02/manifestation.html' title='A manifestation'/><author><name>Zurcoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617791711328914157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
