<?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-5415011</id><updated>2011-08-03T13:05:38.147+08:00</updated><category term='Joseph Estrada'/><category term='Cory'/><category term='Corazon Aquino'/><category term='HB 5043'/><category term='Sorry'/><category term='Erap'/><category term='Apology'/><category term='Reproductive Health Bill'/><title type='text'>Wowie's Trapper Keeper</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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>276</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-289419384867179926</id><published>2010-01-31T18:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T18:35:38.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Philippine politics is faker than wrestling
In an official senate ethics hearing on Villar’ alleged double insertion on the C5 extension project,

    ROXAS: "I had no insertions, period…Let alone an insertion for a road to pass through any such property..”

    PIMENTEL: "Well, I am sure that after your marriage, you had some insertions”.

    ROXAS:"That is an affront on my wife (Korina Sanchez</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/289419384867179926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/289419384867179926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#289419384867179926' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-1361650566697239100</id><published>2009-06-29T21:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T23:33:43.537+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reproductive Health Bill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HB 5043'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Reproductive health bill
I was supposedly saving this topic for "Et Alors?" since this is a relatively public issue but since I haven't written here for quite sometime and my girlfriend's noticed my production's slowed down for writing blog entries over here. Here I am. Plus it comes as a complete advantage cause I can swear here (albeit, I still put asterisks on it for those with weak </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/1361650566697239100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/1361650566697239100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#1361650566697239100' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-4229382010134289471</id><published>2009-05-02T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T01:15:05.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tacsiyapo!!

This by far has got to be one of the coolest ideas ever! (Joel, I hope you don't mind me snatching your pictures. Peace hombre!)
On the way down from Baguio the other day, me and a couple of my best buds decided to stop by this restaurant my brother mentioned to me a few days back. It's a place called "Isdaan" in Tarlac, ten minutes away from Luisita (give or take a few minutes). </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/4229382010134289471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/4229382010134289471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#4229382010134289471' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-727967421211411890</id><published>2009-04-23T10:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T10:20:44.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Starry Night

Right now you must be thinking: "Not another video!"
Cut me some slack, I really haven't written much in a while. A lot of things have happened over the course of the month-long hiatus. Most of which I intend to write about over the course of the coming weeks. So a few days ago while I was browsing through my stuff from the old PC to transfer into my new one, I stumbled across a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/727967421211411890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/727967421211411890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#727967421211411890' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-6038736981117392254</id><published>2009-03-18T23:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T00:10:01.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Public Service Announcement by Joey and Wow

Without a doubt, I seriously had a blast taking up sound design this term. It's such a shame we only get to take it once. Almost makes me consider failing it to take it again! (That's a joke mom and dad, if in all likelihood you EVER get to read this) Anyway, here's a little something from that sound design class. This is an advocacy campaign for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/6038736981117392254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/6038736981117392254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#6038736981117392254' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-2448344740720090204</id><published>2009-02-27T13:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T14:51:13.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A pre-fame Maria Ozawa

So okay.. I'd be lying if I told you I never watch pornography. But truth of the matter is, it doesn't matter what my porno watching habit is.. It's only beside the point for this next video clip. Here's a Japanese advertisement for Dars Chocolate that aired in 2002 featuring the J-Pop duo Kinki Kids and the THEN not so famous 16 year old Maria Ozawa. (In complete </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/2448344740720090204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/2448344740720090204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#2448344740720090204' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-8233197096255299077</id><published>2009-02-14T14:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T14:32:22.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Design Concepts Slow Down Mix From Hell!
For all you lonely boys and girls out there without dates, feast your eyes on our self-proclaimed "longest" list of epic love songs! With the participation of my friends Joey, Drew and Jayson, we put together this playlist solely for the purpose of being able to draw and design our works with feeling and emotion but now it is available for your very </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/8233197096255299077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/8233197096255299077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#8233197096255299077' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-2929383742925633239</id><published>2009-02-05T07:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T09:16:13.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Guitar Lesson: Time Signatures
Truth of the matter is I haven't really sat down in my room to play my guitar in a couple of weeks --months even! But for this month's guitar lesson I think I can afford not picking up the guitar to teach this particular topic.
The time signature is just as important to a piece of music as the notes you write. It's the convention at which the pace of our notes will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/2929383742925633239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/2929383742925633239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#2929383742925633239' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-2608503057502883641</id><published>2009-01-14T23:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T00:38:15.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>First Love

I don't know if you people have noticed by now but I've been writing a lot about unrequited love. I was really poised to write something a little more upbeat this week but upon seeing this advertisement I just went ahead and said "F*ck that! I'll write about this instead."
Apparently they've been showing this ad on TV lately. However, I haven't seen it air thus far. The only time I've</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/2608503057502883641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/2608503057502883641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#2608503057502883641' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-6428739851312950216</id><published>2009-01-04T12:11:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T12:48:02.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The 100% Perfect Girl
Let me just start by greeting you all a happy new year!
You people know how much I write stories about guys meeting their "dream girls," right? Well I was sorting through my PC again and I came across a file I saved about 2 years ago. (or so it says in my computer) In the file was a story by the acclaimed Japanese writer Haruki Murakami on meeting his "100% perfect girl." In</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/6428739851312950216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/6428739851312950216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#6428739851312950216' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-9119926436555894448</id><published>2008-12-24T11:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T12:19:47.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Karen Carpenter drum solo

I've been listening to The Carpenters since God knows when! It's one of those bands that I remember when I was still too young to drive my Corolla, my mother would load that into the CD changer along with Chicago and The Beatles. I listen to a lot of heavy sh*t and with heavy sh*t come good musicians. This however, caught me by complete surprise!
Up top is an excerpt </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/9119926436555894448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/9119926436555894448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#9119926436555894448' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-5479878550680578631</id><published>2008-12-24T09:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T12:32:18.416+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sorry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joseph Estrada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corazon Aquino'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sorry Aquino
Have you read the front page today? Clearly former president Corazon Aquino's apology to ousted president Joseph Estrada regarding her participation in the people power revolution of 2001 sent shock waves across the nation. Many of the participants of the revolution that was held at the famed Ortigas junction of Epifanio De los Santos Avenue (better known as EDSA) from January 17 to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/5479878550680578631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/5479878550680578631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#5479878550680578631' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-1131157487826799781</id><published>2008-12-07T08:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T08:39:00.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rain

I don't know if all you musicians out there get this, but I always wonder how I sound like. It's like trying to hear yourself speak. Weird as this may be, I always found that I don't sound the way I hear myself in my head. Apart from that, I have a thing for my tone --I always play around with it. There would be days where I want a lighter, edgier, more treble sound. Other days I want it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/1131157487826799781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/1131157487826799781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#1131157487826799781' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-1378068646439621571</id><published>2008-12-01T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T00:08:39.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Rebirth of Mt. Mcdo

After over two decades of service, Alabang's most beloved Mt. Mcdo has finally been given her much deserved face lift. If you were an Alabang kid or maybe even just a kid living south of the metro growing up, it would be close to impossible not to have birthday party memories in that burger joint! People from students, teachers, football teams or plainly just a group of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/1378068646439621571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/1378068646439621571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#1378068646439621571' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-9191207218051320657</id><published>2008-12-01T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T00:08:18.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Secrets of Flight


Ain't it the truth?
My biggest thanks to my friend Mr. Paolo Castillo for letting me post this fine piece of art from The Secrets of Flight.
For this and other The Secrets of Flight comics, go to http://tsofcomic.wordpress.com/.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/9191207218051320657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/9191207218051320657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#9191207218051320657' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-8645267002371685085</id><published>2008-11-22T18:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T18:24:01.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Portrait of The Afflicted
It's been a while since I posted a short story here! There has been a lot going on not just with me but around the world as well so it took a while before I could sit down and work on this new short story. People often ask me if my previous story "Hurricanes in coffee cups", was based on a true story. I always wind up telling them "Yes... And No." So if anybody should </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/8645267002371685085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/8645267002371685085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#8645267002371685085' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-5258669104919486969</id><published>2008-11-06T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:25:44.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Obama wins the 2008 Election

After over 21 months of campaigning, the race is finally over. The United States welcomes its first African-American president-elect, Barack Obama. Other than this landmark achievement this race is also famous for having several firsts. It was the first time since 1952 that neither an incumbent president or vice-president chose to run for office, the first time a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/5258669104919486969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/5258669104919486969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#5258669104919486969' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-1660645151491521137</id><published>2008-11-01T16:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:30:00.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Gimli Glider

Not a lot of people know this but I have a huge collection of Air Crash Investigation episodes stashed away in my computer (8 gigabytes of it. I know I f*cking geeked out). Among all of of them, Air Canada flight 143 has got to be my favorite story. I know what you're thinking, it's pretty morbid of me to be having a "favorite" air crash story. Rest assured this story isn't one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/1660645151491521137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/1660645151491521137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#1660645151491521137' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-1516293336251344163</id><published>2008-10-26T10:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T10:22:53.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alternate URL
Hey everybody! you can now reach this site by typing http://www.wowiestrapperkeeper.tk. I'd like to believe that "TK" stands for Trapper Keeper but I think it really stands for some country named Tokelau where ever THAT is. Anyway, you can still use the previous URL if you're used to it. This one's way more convenient though!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/1516293336251344163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/1516293336251344163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#1516293336251344163' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-4300611641282995034</id><published>2008-10-25T16:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T16:36:51.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Biggest Thanks...
At this point I'd just like to give my warmest regards to those who have acknowledged my birthday yesterday.
To the people who greeted me: You guys are awesome. I hope to return the favor on your own days.
To the people who came over: My biggest thanks for coming over and purposely getting drunk for me and my brother's benefit. And as a side note, There's half a keg of beer </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/4300611641282995034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/4300611641282995034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#4300611641282995034' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-8161152140360533257</id><published>2008-10-25T16:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T16:16:11.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My 19th Birthday bash --I mean crash
I've had close to two decades worth of birthdays in my life and I just have to say that this birthday is none like any other (It's actually more of an understatement). It's not every year this happens:

The car's bonnet got crumpled inwards damaging the front support beam and jamming its hinges shut. It'll take a while to restore that but hey... 

At least the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/8161152140360533257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/8161152140360533257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#8161152140360533257' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-3786829382873092263</id><published>2008-10-08T20:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T20:27:51.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you think you're in love...
I was cleaning my hard drive earlier and I came across a document named "ADRH.TXT." Being a lazy f*cker that I am, I knew I had typed some silly f*cking non-sense that didn't merit a real title but curious as I was, I still decided to give it a read. I didn't know if I bummed this from a previous site or quote book or I subconsciously wrote this one day but I know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/3786829382873092263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/3786829382873092263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#3786829382873092263' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-2784241479673924605</id><published>2008-10-06T22:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T20:41:31.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The hours of my life have also gone with the wind

Last month I had the perfect opportunity to catch up on something I really wanted to do way back when. I finally found the time to watch the 1939 war epic Gone With The Wind.
Gone With The Wind stars Clark Gable and Vivien Leigh in an epic that was set during the break of the civil war in the state of Georgia. The story revolves around Scarlett </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/2784241479673924605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/2784241479673924605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#2784241479673924605' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-7724297666079451978</id><published>2008-09-21T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T23:35:37.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Breaktime!
A bright and (extremely) gorgeous woman asked me this question a while back:
Okay, suppose I wanted to buy a nice white shirt worth 97 Pesos. (I know you're thinking, 'where is he buying ANY shirt for 97 bucks?' The answer there is: Just play along.) To be able to buy the shirt I borrowed 50 Pesos from you and another 50 Pesos from another friend bringing it to a total 100 Pesos. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/7724297666079451978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/7724297666079451978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#7724297666079451978' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-528115662842066679</id><published>2008-09-04T18:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T19:19:41.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Guitar Lesson: Writing Musical Hooks
After writing several guitar tips the past year, I've realized that although I've been giving out a lot of individual information about playing the guitar, I never really wrote anything that would glue it all together. Sure they've been tips about picking, whammy bar frenzy and lead techniques, but in the realm of the music industry speed and flashiness isn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/528115662842066679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/528115662842066679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#528115662842066679' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-4750457376919302034</id><published>2008-08-21T22:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T00:31:14.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ninoy Aquino day '08
I'm not a very patriotic person. I would actually be one of the first persons to board a plane if they abolished the entire idea of visas! But nonetheless, I was born and raised here in the Philippines. That's the way it is and there's nothing to change that. So from the moment I was conceived to this point onward, the business of The Philippines remains to be my business as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/4750457376919302034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/4750457376919302034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#4750457376919302034' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-3605814729672391958</id><published>2008-08-21T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T22:53:38.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Post number 251
It would seem highly insensitive of me to say this; but I'll say it anyway. A lot of people passed away this past week. Few of you may assume that I may only be saying this because it's relevant to me and my interests, but f*ck off and read another blog if that's the case.

To Mac, Isaac and LeRoi, This post is for you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/3605814729672391958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/3605814729672391958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#3605814729672391958' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-1338761897243560268</id><published>2008-07-24T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T21:56:34.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can feel it!

When one brings up the topic of 80's Filipino TV this classic commercial from 1987 is sure to be brought up. I don't really think it comes off as a surprise to anybody anymore that I know this because I am an 80's fanatic. This advertisement for Palmolive soap is most remembered for the catchphrase "I can feel it!" said by a young Alice Dixon. Judging from most of the old </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/1338761897243560268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/1338761897243560268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#1338761897243560268' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-6484877885492746508</id><published>2008-06-29T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T22:35:28.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Guitar Lesson: The Pitch Axis Theory
If you're a close friend of mine, you'd have heard me mention this musical theory time and time again whenever we listen to the tapping break of Joe Satriani's song "Satch Boogie." I only realized today that in all the years I have learned this technique I have never explained why that song's a perfect example of the theory.
In the barest of all contexts, The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/6484877885492746508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/6484877885492746508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#6484877885492746508' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-2830453134766061901</id><published>2008-06-22T13:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T13:51:32.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bidding farewell

After 2 rockin' years with Freedom and Liberty Alone, I have finally decided to close the curtain. Yes, you heard me right. I have decided to call it quits.
I will keep my reasons disclosed. I really think that we're entitled to keep our discretion to this topic as a band. The decision is amicable however and we're all in relatively good terms with one another.
I just want to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/2830453134766061901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/2830453134766061901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#2830453134766061901' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-8180445254822159625</id><published>2008-06-22T12:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T13:34:19.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The 2008 NBA Champions: The Boston Celtics
After over 22 years The Boston Celtics are once again on top of the mountain. Their place in the NBA as the franchise with the most championships still stands strong and the big three's place in the annals of Celtic history has finally been cemented. 
Judging from the way they played all season long, I really can't say they didn't deserve it. On top of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/8180445254822159625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/8180445254822159625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#8180445254822159625' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-2205439289075624087</id><published>2008-06-22T11:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T12:09:24.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And you thought it only happened in the movies!
Browsing through the web, I stumbled across this news story a couple of months back. It's about this man bumping into the girl of his dreams. Sounds common right? Here's the catch: She doesn't know him and neither does he. All he remembers was that she was sitting down, writing on her journal on the number 5 train. After that day he put up a website</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/2205439289075624087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/2205439289075624087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#2205439289075624087' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-2797973386557705768</id><published>2008-06-04T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T21:49:19.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The 2008 NBA Finals: The Boston Celtics vs. The Los Angeles Lakers

It's that time of the year again! And might I say with sheer enthusiasm that this year's match-up is more than picture perfect. The Boston Celtics will go head to head with The Los Angeles Lakers in what will be the 61st NBA championship series and the 11th time the two teams will meet in the championship round the last being 21 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/2797973386557705768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/2797973386557705768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#2797973386557705768' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-3922638948283176072</id><published>2008-06-01T23:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T23:12:29.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>5 years
On May 22, 2003 an incoming freshmen student from La salle Zobel put up a weblog entitled "Phillipians 4:13" to vent out his frustrations in life. 5 years and 243 posts later, here it still stands. Thank you for visiting all these years, Whoever you people are!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/3922638948283176072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/3922638948283176072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#3922638948283176072' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-535221040976035202</id><published>2008-05-18T12:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T13:11:52.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hurricanes in coffee cups
This whole month of what is a cheap and sad excuse for a summer break, I've been cramped up inside my house pretty much doing nothing. So investing on my spare time, I finally had the time to write a short story narrative. Just to reiterate, this is just fiction. This isn't a true story account. But it IS loosely based on a girl I once met a long time ago. Please let me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/535221040976035202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/535221040976035202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#535221040976035202' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-3099514779244055623</id><published>2008-05-18T10:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T13:06:05.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What women want

"If Men are from Mars and Women are from Venus, and you can speak Venusian, the world can be yours." --Dr. J.M. Perkins, Nick Marshall's therapist played by Bette Midler. 

I was heavily cleaning my room the other day when I noticed that a disc was under my television. Intrigued, I proceeded to lift my TV to find out what it was and to my surprise it was something I hadn't seen </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/3099514779244055623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/3099514779244055623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#3099514779244055623' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-4665836966357378423</id><published>2008-05-02T18:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T19:04:28.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Church stories
A little known fact about me is that I have been serving at mass for the past 9 years. Although our parish of St. James the great has only been present since the last decade, me and my colleagues have been a part of a generation of servers that succeeded a line of other older generations of altar servers from the years, decades and maybe even centuries past. It is without a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/4665836966357378423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/4665836966357378423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#4665836966357378423' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-7333139851551217277</id><published>2008-05-02T18:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T18:41:54.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How to cook a Wendy's burger (The Condensed mix)

I'm a big Wendy's fan. Truth be told, I'm a sucker for the piece of meat that hangs on a square Wendy's burger patty. There's a scarce amount of Wendy's food chains here in the Philippines and right now I'm about to let you in on the secret behind their juicy burgers.
I just have one word to whoever it is in that corporation that made this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/7333139851551217277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/7333139851551217277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#7333139851551217277' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-8855625177987653362</id><published>2008-04-23T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T22:18:33.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>El perrito vive
I was browsing the net a few days ago and stumbled upon this horrendous photo: 

Now believe it or not, that dog tied to a wall is actually an art exhibit. That was made by an artist by the name of Guillermo Vargas also known as "Habacuc." He put up his exhibition in late 2007 at an art gallery in Costa Rica. The story of this incident varies from person to person and site to site</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/8855625177987653362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/8855625177987653362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#8855625177987653362' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-3552429276915667466</id><published>2008-04-01T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T00:50:25.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Dragon Katol Slapping Contest

Pay me 100 pesos an hour to edit a JoseRiz video and this is what I come up with. I originally made it as a bumper to a project I made for my good friends over at block HIH of The College of Saint Benilde. I have finally found the time to post it up on Youtube. Making something out of nothing, I have made this 25 year old commercial into a complete slugfest. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/3552429276915667466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/3552429276915667466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#3552429276915667466' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-7292391464256132581</id><published>2008-03-30T23:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T00:17:25.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stolen from EVERYONE!
Don't you just love those random music player tests? They can be so ridiculously wrong and so goddamn right sometimes! Looking over at everybody's tests I have finally made a list of my own. I took four separate music tests and pieced together all the questions that did not repeat to make two new ones. Here's what happened...

Test # 1
** Instructions are:  Pick a  music </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/7292391464256132581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/7292391464256132581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#7292391464256132581' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-2883487658744352075</id><published>2008-03-29T11:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T11:57:35.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cause reality f*cking bites
You don't need me to grow up. But mind you, you need to accept reality sooner or later. The truth isn't always served in a silver platter like you'd wish it would be. Don't get me wrong, I'm not proud of what I did. But put yourself in a position where I was and you'd probably say the same things. (Try to remember everything I said.. I wasn't just incoherently </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/2883487658744352075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/2883487658744352075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#2883487658744352075' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-7503704685767940575</id><published>2008-02-25T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T21:45:41.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Terrifying Cobra trip

For those of you who pass through the South Luzon Tollway, I don't know if you've noticed the billboard near the Sucat exit for this new product Asia Brewery is trying to peddle. It's a new energy drink called Cobra. Personally, I found everything about it ridiculous. But then again, every thing's worth a shot right?
I finally had the chance to give this drink a run for</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/7503704685767940575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/7503704685767940575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#7503704685767940575' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-2923361173135591573</id><published>2008-02-25T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T20:39:26.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EDSA
For those of you who don't know yet, EDSA stands for Epifanio De los santos Avenue. Named after a famous Filipino historian, 24 kilometer stretch of road that crosses The SM Mall of Asia in Pasay city, to Monumento in Caloocan city. Now, for those you who have been living under a rock the past 22 years you must be wondering to yourself "What's the fuss about 24 kilometers of asphalt and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/2923361173135591573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/2923361173135591573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#2923361173135591573' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-5825428181350529098</id><published>2008-02-25T20:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T20:19:59.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I like those gloves is my gloves..."

I like those gloves too Manny.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/5825428181350529098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/5825428181350529098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#5825428181350529098' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-480495054041443721</id><published>2008-02-17T19:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T19:24:50.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>White russian
5 parts Vodka
2 parts Coffee liqueur
3 parts Fresh cream/Milk
Pour Vodka and Coffee liqueur in a glass add cream and stir
This seems to be my drink of choice this whole Valentine's week. Me and The White Russian go way back though. It's something I'd order during nights in the bar and is also a drink I'm more than happy to let people try. Me and The Scrotums recently bought bottles </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/480495054041443721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/480495054041443721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#480495054041443721' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-6117808565211791717</id><published>2008-02-17T18:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T19:10:02.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Guitar lesson: The "Whammy" bar
The vibrato bar --more commonly referred to as a "Whammy" is a tool that depresses tension of the strings of the guitar whilst in play. For if you tried to do that with your tuning pegs, you'd have a big problem in your hands! This thing is virtually indispensable. I believe that the Whammy bar is an integral part of my guitar repertoire and I believe that if it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/6117808565211791717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/6117808565211791717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#6117808565211791717' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-917042708267564563</id><published>2008-02-17T17:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T18:10:23.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Love story

The author of this video describes this movie to be simply about love, sex and death in no particular order.. but do not be deceived. for this may seem like another low-budget Youtube short film, the way this film was written was absolute genius. The title of the movie is "Love story" which follows the life of feral man living deep in the woods. He lives in solitude and thrives off </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/917042708267564563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/917042708267564563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#917042708267564563' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-2923951004852706409</id><published>2008-02-06T23:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T19:32:58.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now I can say I'm a driver

Lo and behold, my very first traffic citation! I'll be the first one to tell you this, but I swear this so-called "violation" is so full of horsesh*t. I got caught turning left in Makati where no "No left turn" signs were ever present. God, you gotta hand it to these city planners! Instant bait for crooked cops looking for a quick buck. At this point, I'd like to thank</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/2923951004852706409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/2923951004852706409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#2923951004852706409' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-234380982743265045</id><published>2008-02-06T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T23:42:00.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>R.I.P. Bro. Felix Mason FSC1919-2008
If you were a Zobel student back in the 90s, I doubt that there'll ever be a day that you wont see Bro. Felix going around the campus. Furthermore, There wouldn't be a birthday without you being called up to his office so that you'd be able to receive a stampita. The man did not forget birthdays. In the entire population of Zobel of more or less 3000, to this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/234380982743265045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/234380982743265045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#234380982743265045' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-6934521770603333512</id><published>2008-02-06T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T23:20:25.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Apathy
If there is anything in this world I can live without, it would be apathy. I can't stand the fact that one would be as to be numb to outside stimulus only because one is lazy or too selfish to give a f*ck most especially if the person they're being apathetic to is me. But that's just besides the point. In this case, I'm not the one being ignored.
Today is Ash Wednesday. Are all of us aware</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/6934521770603333512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/6934521770603333512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#6934521770603333512' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-2917780173307598184</id><published>2008-02-06T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T22:52:31.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The next two words coming out of your mouth will be "Meat spin"

Good God! Hard to believe these sort of things were cool back in the 80s. I mean I am certainly an 80s fiend myself but even THIS is a little too much for my taste. But I must say next to Cher's "Do you believe in life after love" song, this is one catchy motherf*cker! And it might be unbelievable for you, but I did NOT (and I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/2917780173307598184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/2917780173307598184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#2917780173307598184' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-636983651228160887</id><published>2008-01-13T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T14:16:14.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To finally answer the question:"You cut your hair?!"

To my amusement, people have a hard time recognizing me lately. That is because after 9 months of growing my hair I have finally decided to throw it out the window. It was actually a spontaneous thing. I'm not really the most spontaneous guy around. In fact, I'm a very well calculated man. So at the turn of the year, I decided to do jump on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/636983651228160887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/636983651228160887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#636983651228160887' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-2722485169747103934</id><published>2008-01-13T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T14:18:40.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The love test

See.. it's love. Read it. happy?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/2722485169747103934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/2722485169747103934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#2722485169747103934' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-1002813628816643526</id><published>2008-01-13T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T13:54:35.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mornings..

There's nothing in this world like a morning sky. That's why I love waking up in the morning every December just to be able to see that view in the cool crisp air. I wind up getting very philosophical whenever I see it. In simple terms, it just makes me think. Moreover, It calms me down more than anything. It creates such a perfect contrast.. the way the f*cked up sh*t from the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/1002813628816643526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/1002813628816643526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#1002813628816643526' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-5045805562572875975</id><published>2008-01-01T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T13:55:12.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This must be what it looks like from my mind's eye

When it all comes down to it, Im really not a technical musician. Sure I know my scales , my modes, my time signatures, my chord progressions and so on.. but the truth is despite all of this acquired knowledge, It's still a difficult task to construct a song that had emotion and feel to it... But not this song. This song was different. The notes</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/5045805562572875975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/5045805562572875975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#5045805562572875975' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-7803984399241429712</id><published>2007-12-31T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T02:43:11.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The best of 2007
I will be blunt and tell you there's no "Best" when it comes to 2007. Sure there were great new accomplishments here and there and the country's economy seems to be the shiznit lately. But to sum things up for me, I guess the best phrase I could think of that can describe this year would be: (In a complete Chandler voice) "Could I BE any more screwed over?"  3 love tragedies, 20 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/7803984399241429712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/7803984399241429712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#7803984399241429712' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-6474038222623320236</id><published>2007-12-18T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T06:16:00.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>De-blocking

I will miss having to see this view everyday from Friday until my college life's over. It may not seem like a long time, but these past 7 months have been one for the books for me and I think I've found the reason why. I think that the reason why I tend to ponder on this situation as much as I did when I left high school is the fact that these people, like those from way before were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/6474038222623320236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/6474038222623320236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#6474038222623320236' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-4694969359758739046</id><published>2007-12-18T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T19:26:25.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"In the raw" standout track of the week: Six feet under

I have to admit, never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine that I'd be speaking on the radio talking to the rest of the country about something that I was a part of. And for that, I thank you all for tuning in to NU107.5's "In the raw" last December 9 and for making our song "Six feet under" the standout track of the week. I didn't even</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/4694969359758739046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/4694969359758739046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#4694969359758739046' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-2481507256547181820</id><published>2007-11-14T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T19:21:45.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is us.. reaching a whole new level of boredom

If you're an MMA student who's into video production, Nothing says "Im bored" like a new non-sense video. In this music video for our Filip12(Filipino) class, me and my blockmates were assigned to make karaoke-style presentation complete with subtitles. And what better song to cover than Frank Sinatra's karaoke classic, "My way!" This song has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/2481507256547181820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/2481507256547181820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#2481507256547181820' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-7677974500080552864</id><published>2007-11-14T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T23:44:21.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>5 things I want to say to certain people


Like Joe and Luigi before me, I decided to make my own list. The concept seemed fun so I hope you guys don't mind. I've narrowed it down to only 5. here goes..


5. You.. ditching me all the time.. makes me feel like Im (#2).

4. I know this is what I've always prayed for. But now Im not so sure.

3. If we responded like we all really wanted it, we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/7677974500080552864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/7677974500080552864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#7677974500080552864' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-5212962808876046602</id><published>2007-11-14T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T18:56:20.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Magasin"

"Sana'y di nakita, sana'y walang problema, 'pagkat eto lang ang dala kong pera pambili sa mukha mong maganda"
An excerpt from the song "Magasin" from The Eraserheads' 1994 "Circus" album. **I spent a better part of my afternoon just tweaking on this one picture. The girl in the picture is Tina Yuzuki. (Hot, isn't she?) I couldn't help but make this picture          a little more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/5212962808876046602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/5212962808876046602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#5212962808876046602' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-6593067978026652564</id><published>2007-10-03T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T00:49:44.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's only funny when someone else gets hurt.

Just as soon as I heard the news about Desperate housewives discriminating our medical professionals, I did what all other Filipino bloggers out there did: TYPE. A link was passed on to me about a petition made by a Filipino named Kevin Nadal seeking for a public apology from the ABC network and censoring the scene from all future airings. I did my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/6593067978026652564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/6593067978026652564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#6593067978026652564' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-4592987068133876359</id><published>2007-09-09T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T14:03:54.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Guitar lesson: Reading tabs

Above is an example of a regular guitar tablature. Now, the reason why I put a tab there is that I got some feedback from the previous guitar lesson asking how to read and understand tabs. Silly me! How could I forget the most basic lesson of all. After all, that is our preferred method of communication when it comes to learning. So for those who can't read the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/4592987068133876359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/4592987068133876359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#4592987068133876359' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-89345676914290698</id><published>2007-09-03T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T11:24:51.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How can we even eat while watching this sh*t?
I remember standing up in class once and complaining how sh*tfaced Philippine television has become --And I still stand by that statement. So far with the way things are becoming, the TV programming in this country's going to hell. Somewhere along the way, all the integrity and moral ethics upheld by the TV stars went to the crapper. This great divide</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/89345676914290698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/89345676914290698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#89345676914290698' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-4361771806967719853</id><published>2007-08-26T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T21:14:14.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Guitar lesson: "To be with you" solo 
Recently, a lot of people have been asking me how to play the solo for Mr. Big's 1991 hit, "To be with you" --and I don't blame them. The solo for the song is an example of a really well constructed solo melding together with the rhythm as well as the vocals. It's almost as if they were perfect complements. But to be really honest, there's really nothing to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/4361771806967719853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/4361771806967719853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#4361771806967719853' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-8841843684451424284</id><published>2007-06-15T18:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T18:53:59.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dont ask! I'll never tell!

"..but last night in black &amp; white.. a dream of lovers' eyes. a song on an old phonograph.. a moving photograph of.. You and I."
**An excerpt from the song "U&amp;I" from Cynthia Alexander's album "Ripping yarns"
Okay, first and foremost this time THIS picture is NOT supposed to connote anything. As the band Felony has said before, "its done and its the past". So don't get</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/8841843684451424284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/8841843684451424284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#8841843684451424284' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-824336404005669476</id><published>2007-06-15T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T18:21:05.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FLA-Eclipse

Finally uploaded another video from Kerplunk night at Al's! This video is our (with Aaron on bass) performance of Eclipse on 5/25/2007. We had two cameras for that night; one on the right side, the other in the front row. and I personally edited this video for you viewers out there! We plan to make more of these pretty soon.. I'll post some in the near future. As for now, I hope you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/824336404005669476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/824336404005669476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#824336404005669476' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-586143422599249508</id><published>2007-06-15T17:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T17:57:38.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy birthday!

Its 43 years ago today that God put a Courteney Cox in this world.. I'll drink to that! Happy Birthday Courteney!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/586143422599249508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/586143422599249508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#586143422599249508' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-4182180454683586905</id><published>2007-06-03T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T13:14:09.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The 'Hi, my name is Huwanshoe' movement

It's finally time to let you in on a little deal I've been arranging the past two weeks. If you've passed by Taft avenue lately, I don't know if you've noticed this stuck on a street sign or clipped to a passer-by's notebook but it's just a small part of my long-term sticker movement campaign. This image has been making the rounds not only there, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/4182180454683586905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/4182180454683586905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#4182180454683586905' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-7756898586613055554</id><published>2007-06-03T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T13:17:29.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Falling - Staind 


You
In your shell
Are you waiting for someone to rescue you 
From yourself
Don't be disappointed when no one comes

Don't blame me you didn't get it
Don't blame me you didn't get it
Don't blame me you didn't get it

I already told you that falling is easy
It's getting back up that becomes the problem
Becomes the problem
If you don't believe you can find a way out
You've </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/7756898586613055554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/7756898586613055554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#7756898586613055554' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-207471091466773560</id><published>2007-05-21T23:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T00:17:25.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A collection of photos from the past month
I gotta say, it's been awhile since I wrote back here! I've been out alot doing the band things and so far (and I hope I dont jinx it) I'm pleased with how it's coming together. I actually made some big realizations over the course of the month. One of them being, Music IS big business! and YES it DOES have alot of money in it! no matter whatever the f*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/207471091466773560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/207471091466773560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#207471091466773560' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-3878270995208908127</id><published>2007-05-21T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T00:17:47.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Featured music:

After weeks of coming back and fourth to the studio, we finally released the first batch of our EP's! The CD contains 5 tracks with 3 new songs and a faster, more heavier version of "Rosario". It also comes with a neat front cover with the logo designed by our FLAM (manager) Alain! The featured song is just one of the 3 new songs included in the CD and it is entitled "Six feet </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/3878270995208908127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/3878270995208908127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#3878270995208908127' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-2125603352226394064</id><published>2007-04-18T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T12:06:09.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In defense of men everywhere: Chivalry's dead, Women killed it.
Allow me to speak my mind here. Im gonna speak out of experience, go out on a limb and take one for the team. There's this one burning question in every guy's mind and I don't know if you (the reader.. who I assume is male)have thought of this at one point. And trust me, if you're a guy like me, you probably have. okay here goes:
Q: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/2125603352226394064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/2125603352226394064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#2125603352226394064' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-1734497424112503482</id><published>2007-03-28T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T00:16:45.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New Layout!
Like the new layout? I made the layout a little less flashy and more minimalist. I find it more in tune with the atmosphere around me lately. It's more clean-cut. It also looks more mature than the trapper-keeper layout in my opinion. If there are any comments just let me know.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/1734497424112503482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/1734497424112503482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#1734497424112503482' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-8978978523884045922</id><published>2007-03-27T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T00:14:00.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just plain pointless
You know, we've only been in our second day of graduation practice and it brought about a very interesting question to my head: "When is it ever appropriate to practice for mass?" You see, I've always believed that how we profess our faith is correlated to how much we believe in it. Say for example an atheist; An atheist wouldn't bring up the topic of religion not unless it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/8978978523884045922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/8978978523884045922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#8978978523884045922' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-7399051873265959954</id><published>2007-03-15T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T16:44:03.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The last day
You know, It's funny; how when we all started out with school we never seem to look forward to its end. During the middle of it all though, we seem to resent being there and wished we graduate as soon as we can. And finally when we reach its end, we seem to never wanna let go of the experience wishing we could relive how it all began. Its the human being's lack of contentment that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/7399051873265959954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/7399051873265959954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#7399051873265959954' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-2480274011530547910</id><published>2007-03-15T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T15:18:17.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What kind of person am I?
 You scored as Outgoing. You outgoing and you have a very friendly personality.Outgoing81%Dramatic50%mean44%Nice44%Immature31%Fun31%Shy25%what kind of person are you? (shy,outgoing,fun,mean,immature,dramatic or nice?)created with QuizFarm.com
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/2480274011530547910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/2480274011530547910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#2480274011530547910' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-3255504097026748022</id><published>2007-02-25T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T01:17:32.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A hatrick!
I'd like to thank the people who supported us last week (And took extensive interest in Miki and Gabbie) in the "Ultima noite" battle of the bands in Our lady of Pilar montessori in Las Pinas. We (Me, at least in particular) wouldn't know where we would be without the support. It almost felt like a repeat of the "Sigaw animo" battle of the bands last november! Only this time it felt </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/3255504097026748022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/3255504097026748022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#3255504097026748022' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-7410185992049068539</id><published>2007-02-25T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T01:27:22.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Featured Music:

First of all.. Dont ask! Im just as surprised as you are. I got to listening to this song about a month ago through my bandmates who wanted to collaborate with an all-girl band from the north called "Katol".(I was more than happy to!) They made me listen to some of the songs that they wanted a riff similar to for me to make. This song, however, somehow grew on me. It's not a bad </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/7410185992049068539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/7410185992049068539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#7410185992049068539' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-5436140984818116647</id><published>2007-02-24T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T00:41:39.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>20th Anniversary Ibanez JEM

Hey! Have you seen this guitar they unveiled a few weeks back?? I only got one word to describe it: "Kick-ass"! It's a huge departure from the conventional limited-run Ibanez JEM's they've made in the past. F*ck the swirl paint finish! They made it 3D inside the transparent acrylic body! And it doesn't end there.. It even illuminates! They put in green LED's that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/5436140984818116647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/5436140984818116647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#5436140984818116647' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-117068221093455820</id><published>2007-02-05T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T08:43:33.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Shooting for the moon"


"I was high above the trees. Everything was more vivid than I thought was ever possible. I saw things from all sides. Then I realized I wasn't perceiving things through my human eyes."

 An excerpt from the song "Blue powder" from Steve Vai's "Passion and warfare" album .

**I drew this sketch a few months back. I got really bored during math class and was really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/117068221093455820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/117068221093455820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117068221093455820' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-116678270897044004</id><published>2006-12-22T18:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T23:40:57.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Featured music:

Hey! We finally found time to work on the studio to record some of our songs we've made! This song is entitled Eclipse and it was one of the two tracks FLA recorded two weeks ago. I'm not quite sure what the song's all about but Gabby tells me that it tells some story. I guess you just gotta listen for it! It's sorta like a ballad with a post-grunge (some people say Emo.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/116678270897044004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/116678270897044004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116678270897044004' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-116678166193385586</id><published>2006-12-22T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T18:01:02.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some keen observations
I've served a total of 12 masses in the past 7 days and I would be sane right now if I hadn't been serving at 4 in the morning! The groginess although not seen in our faces when we serve are pretty prevalent at the back. But I have to say all these blank-staring have led to me to observe some things that really urk me. Through all the day-dreaming I've observed a couple of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/116678166193385586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/116678166193385586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116678166193385586' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-116455649278323013</id><published>2006-11-26T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T23:54:52.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back to back!

First and foremost I'd like to thank the people who have supported our bands these past few weeks. I'm certain that without the support of you people who read this right now, we would not be here right where we are right now.I have to say, I had a blast performing for the school's battle of the bands this year! I loved the rig, the set and the crowd. And aside from all the fun this</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/116455649278323013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/116455649278323013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116455649278323013' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-116455221785862009</id><published>2006-11-26T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T22:43:39.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Featured music:

Before the break, we made a song about conservation. (Sh*t! I wonder why!) Here's the finished product. Luigi still thinks the song sucks. But I think it's an okay song just a bit rough on the edges. It features me on backing vocals and guitars, Alain on the "Kahon", Mayee on backing vocals and last but definitely not the least the trademark spontaneous scatting (Not the other </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/116455221785862009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/116455221785862009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116455221785862009' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-116342956808200535</id><published>2006-11-13T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T10:22:01.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Battle of the bands 2006!

text DLSZ VOTE BATTLE FLA and DLSZ VOTE BATTLE SANCHEZ to 2951 for smart and 2851 for Globe and Sun subscribers
Ah.. yes it's november once again! Time for the fair.. and what else? The Battle of the bands! I was really pleased knowing that both my bands, namely FLA and Sanchez made it into the cut and I would just like to say that win or lose, I feel truly honored to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/116342956808200535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/116342956808200535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116342956808200535' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-116291097877709186</id><published>2006-11-07T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T22:49:38.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sasha?

This is the result of a random "Hot women" binge I went into a couple of months back. I remember just randomly saving pictures of women I found from the internet which I though was attractive. I didn't think at the time that it would bite me in the ass. Last week whilst I was clearing up my computer's folders for junk pictures I didnt need anymore, I stumbled upon this picture. It was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/116291097877709186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/116291097877709186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116291097877709186' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-116290992822404167</id><published>2006-11-07T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T22:32:08.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rustan's closed!

There are somethings you figured will never change. Well.. apparently this was not the case. The Rustan's conveniece store that was situatued at the nearby cuenca park has been the place I've been running to for all occasions. Wether it be simply hanging around at the park and coming in for a drink, or just when I wanted buy a snack it was always the place to go to. Everything </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/116290992822404167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/116290992822404167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116290992822404167' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-116170525064957258</id><published>2006-10-24T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T23:54:10.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>L.C.L.E. can suck my dick... and take all day!

Look what L.C.L.E. did to my desktop! I'll start this rant by quoting one of my friends and classmate. "I can't believe we're paying 80,000 pesos to teach ourselves!". He couldn't have said it any clearer! The L.C.L.E. is said to be "Learners oriented". Now I have to say, the "Learners oriented" type of teaching has been around for ages (Yes. not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/116170525064957258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/116170525064957258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116170525064957258' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-116170371980373047</id><published>2006-10-24T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T23:28:39.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mass service
I haven't served mass for a month and It gave me the time to observe much of how the younger servers in our church serve these days. I really can't say Im not disappointed. While the mass was going on I couldn't help but ask myself, "Was I like this when I was younger?". The kids I've been watching serve these past months were to say the very least sloppy, fidgety, informal --not to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/116170371980373047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/116170371980373047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116170371980373047' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-116170189924924110</id><published>2006-10-24T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T22:58:31.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Featured music:

This week's featured music is from U2's 1988 album "Rattle and hum". The song "All I want is you" is the fourth and final single released from the album. The music video for this song is about a tragic love story between a dwarf and trapeze artist. One of which dies in the end. There is disagreement amongst fans about which one died though. In its 1989 single release, it topped </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/116170189924924110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/116170189924924110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116170189924924110' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-115971959694510937</id><published>2006-10-01T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T00:19:56.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Milenyo" is just a passing wind. And hell is just a furnace
Last thursday, Metro manila faced the worst typhoon to hit it in 11 years. And while most of you readers out there were in the comfort of you're own homes, I found myself in the middle of this raging typhoon with nothing but a cellphone that doesn't even work. It wasn't my favorite of days, but it's a day I won't soon forget. It was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/115971959694510937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/115971959694510937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#115971959694510937' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-115971407306884983</id><published>2006-10-01T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T22:51:09.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Enter Dr. Sbaitso
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/115971407306884983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/115971407306884983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#115971407306884983' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-115971399450232742</id><published>2006-10-01T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T22:46:34.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Coco?

Hey! It's Courteney Cox! I just can't help but stare at this picture for a minute or two when I see it! Yeah, I know she's married and she's 25 years older than me.. I can dream, can't I?!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/115971399450232742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/115971399450232742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#115971399450232742' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-115899147610194705</id><published>2006-09-23T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T14:04:36.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Coco"

Before

After
So, What do you do when you got a lot of spare time and 1000 pesos to blow? You make a guitar! Well, actually I was really looking for a particular guitar that did not have any locking nut since my guitar needs have changed since leaving Bulus embarking on my tenure with F.L.A. I needed something that was versatile (Tuning wise) and cheap at the same time. Luckily, I got </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/115899147610194705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/115899147610194705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115899147610194705' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-115899016289809276</id><published>2006-09-23T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T13:42:42.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Beer batter:
1 cup flour
1 Tsp. Salt 
1/2 bottle of light beer

I swear! I really gotta cut back on the beer this coming week. Well, I've been in a slump since the week started and I've reverted back into drinking alot again. It didn't take me longer than yesterday to realize that I've been loading up on booze a little too much this week. So then I stopped but I was left with a whole lotta beer. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/115899016289809276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/115899016289809276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115899016289809276' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-115816073074001789</id><published>2006-09-13T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T14:05:04.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Featured Video

This week's featured video is another song from Van halen from their 1995 album "Balance". The song featured is "Not enough". This topped the billboard mainstream rock chart at 27 and the billboard 100 chart at 97. It features Edward Van halen playing dual roles both at piano and guitar. I find it's lyrics are compelling and the instruments exceptional (Hey! is that my guitar he's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/115816073074001789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/115816073074001789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115816073074001789' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-115815755831457322</id><published>2006-09-13T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T22:26:31.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Enter Dr. Sbaitso
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/115815755831457322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/115815755831457322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115815755831457322' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415011.post-115677521957102897</id><published>2006-08-28T21:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T22:28:48.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why is that?!
I read a joke online about guitarists last week. Being a guitarist myself, I couldn't help but notice the truth behind it. It goes like this: "How many guitarists does it take to screw a light-bulb?   Five. One to actually do it and four to say "I could've done better"... Which I find so true! Even as I speak, I hear bickering over which musician is better. "Eddie Van halen is a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/115677521957102897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415011/posts/default/115677521957102897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lima-beans.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115677521957102897' title=''/><author><name>Wowie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585184606936344431</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></entry></feed>
