<?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-4235257925120535983</id><updated>2011-10-10T12:16:16.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Me To Your Burning Violin</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</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>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-3003960100679012091</id><published>2011-10-02T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T05:13:42.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ebook, I'm Prohibited, Released to Create Awareness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-myxhu-k21s4/TohPpQD4sJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/E56wHTP2eP4/s1600/Hanz%2BBook%2B1-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-myxhu-k21s4/TohPpQD4sJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/E56wHTP2eP4/s320/Hanz%2BBook%2B1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  Greetings,    Never knew trying to create an awareness is so difficult but I have to say it has been rewarding in so many ways.1- My sample reading has reached far and beyond. I received tons of emails and messages on Facebook in support of what I'm doing.2- My sample readers have also told me so much of how hey can relate to my ebook3- I'm Thankful for book reviewers Emerald barnes (Piercing through the darkness) &amp; Erin Sweet Al-Mehairi (So Sweet Indeed, Blog Hookofabook.wordpress.com)     and Guy Vincent Here's A Little bit about my ebook, I'm Prohibited:  In the book, I wrote about three different lives, Myself and two other friends. Sadly, one committed suicide due to sheer depression and continuous abuse.The other isnot in proper mental state and have to rely on medications and weekly counseling. I however have been scarred for life. In a way, I'm trying to properly recover by having I'm Prohibited released. I have fused three lives I mentioned into one character called Syd to create a proper flow of the story and happenings and to also hide the identities of my two friends. It's about domestic abuse, sheer neglect and rape over many years. It's serious and a tad controversial, for I think, anything that's the truth like these, will be controversial. For the many support I have received, I also received interrogation from others, but that does not stop me in any way. I really hope you can support me for I want to also donate a proceed of the the book sale to my selected charity. Here's the link: &lt;a href="www.smashwords.com/books/view/91153"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Book is going for just $5.99 rather that $9.99 to reach more audience in hopes to create awareness for the abused and neglected. Look For ''I'm Prohibited'' on Smashwords Like my Page here and support and receive updates: Look for ''I'm Prohibited by Hanz Moniefiero Medina Page'' on  &lt;a href="www.facebook.com/pages/Im-Prohibited-by-Hanz-Moniefiero-Medina/104017243034937"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Best &amp; All Love,  Hanz Moniefiero Medina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-3003960100679012091?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/3003960100679012091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-ebook-im-prohibited-released-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/3003960100679012091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/3003960100679012091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-ebook-im-prohibited-released-to.html' title='My Ebook, I&apos;m Prohibited, Released to Create Awareness!'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-myxhu-k21s4/TohPpQD4sJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/E56wHTP2eP4/s72-c/Hanz%2BBook%2B1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-8942843527290489754</id><published>2011-09-17T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T08:47:16.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Room, My Dance, My Meditation</title><content type='html'>Hello Readers, Since the very day I received my bluetooth earphones from Jaybird, I knew I'm running the world on my own in my room. You see, a few years back, in my school days, I have had my own stint in dancing classes, though it wasn't much for experts, I just wanted the foundation and move on to be an expert on my own accord from my own creativity, without the honors of dance certificates or prestigious dance schools etc etc. A year and a half ago, I picked up hooping after being influenced by friends and seeing them doing fire movements with their fire toys set ablazed. I was in awe, especially from an asian lady doing fire hoola-hoops. I thought that was amazing. Now making use of my flexible and scrawny body, not only I hoop but I dance to the many DJs that party goers would go hand-in-hand with drugs and alcohol to escalate them to a realm within their subconscious or to just escape from their daily grind. Dancing is not what I am endorsing myself to do but I do dream and visualize in trains and buses of how I'd be the opening act for a show with fire or over-the-top costumeand entering like a mystical creature, entering the stage and expressing words in my head into a dance. A dance that scares yet embodies a soul. A dance that confuses yet it embodies humans. So here in my little room of seclusion, if I'm not working on my laptop, I'm dancing to a movement of peace. My Room, My Dance, My Meditation Best, Hanz &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-8942843527290489754?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/8942843527290489754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-room-my-dance-my-meditation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/8942843527290489754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/8942843527290489754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-room-my-dance-my-meditation.html' title='My Room, My Dance, My Meditation'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-1876013165230393235</id><published>2011-09-17T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T07:38:53.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Talking and Throwing Angles</title><content type='html'> Hey Readers,  I have to say it was quite a day. After my previous post in the afternoon, (read my previous post) I met up with a friend and chat for about three hours. We chatted just about life, break-ups and down right the core of a relationship. See, my friend is a walking encyclopedia. He recently kissed by the tragic separation and it was kind of a right time for me too as I have some problems of my own but not as intense as his.  I found out that I am ready to find someone who is a rock to me, not to be battered, but to be a whole-hearted partner as , believe it or not, my background does not boasts a string of a happy family. Shit! I didn't have any to be honest. He pointed that out for me. He also pointed that when I see someone striking in personality and entirety of a kind human soul, I'd get shit down depressive. Such is me. I need time to agree with him and I am seriously trying to reflect on that. Well, whatever. I was there for him to just talk and give him a listening ear and be how I am - Neutral and no judgments. We spoke of depression, life, to what's what to 101 relationship.  One thing I will bare in mind my whole life is to really work it out and give as much effort to experience that bliss, or as my friend put it, Fairytale, call 'LOVE' I agree that Love is one tough job not many modern people can handle for the short attention span syndrome phenomenon (I boldly think not many of you know that), people get bored too often than and the essence of appreciating another human being as a partner has been broken down to lust or ''You're not my type'' within minutes. But for the many of us, to save ourselves and still have that iota of conscience to find that special someone, listen up.  Work your way up for that positivity and creativity your partner delivers in his/her daily life. This means paying attention, whole-heartedly. When you do this you gain inspiration, you gain trust, you gain understanding and you gain wonder of another human life that you have decided to be attached to (even if you're not married) Tell him and her that you are worked up to do something too just by observing your partner and you are inspired to do something of your own sort of creativity. This instills your partners happiness and builds great foundation as you are instilling your partner with great potential to help you get your goal too.  If this goes back and forth, bouncing each other's positivity, creativity, inspiration, you'll bounce up the roof with not just cash and success but the bliss that many of us are looking for plus helping people along the way. This just goes down to 'Working together' or 'Working as One' It definitely make sense though, I have yet to have found that someone, But when I do, I will definitely do this. Tell me what you think. ;)Best, H.M.M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-1876013165230393235?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/1876013165230393235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-talking-and-throwing-angles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/1876013165230393235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/1876013165230393235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-talking-and-throwing-angles.html' title='Just Talking and Throwing Angles'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-1167512356372750155</id><published>2011-09-16T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T22:11:02.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Emotions. An ode to victims.</title><content type='html'>Greetings Readers,    I woke up browsing through the channels of the cable television. I halted on Discovery channel as it was on United 93. Over the years, I have had watched two to three other documentaries and heard many interpretations and even beliefs from others of the 9/11 tragedy and the United 93 explanation. Too many and I dare not comment or say anything. The slightest, I think, will most definitely put me in the insensitive category - my whole life with guilt. So, I saw the families of the hijacked plan of United 93 victims just talked and giving their interpretations and proofs. The thing that got me was the constant recorded voicemails and actual recordings. It was the saddest.  This is a short post, yes, but because a tear come down my face and seeing the families crying telling their stories on television, it's an ode from me to somehow think of the true human emotions turmoiling in the cabin trying to save themselves, other passengers on board and to also save the emotions of their own families at home to be seen again, but the most that really teared me was how they fight the hijackers and  that could probably save thousands of lives in NYC.  Hanz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-1167512356372750155?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/1167512356372750155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2011/09/human-emotions-ode-to-victims.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/1167512356372750155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/1167512356372750155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2011/09/human-emotions-ode-to-victims.html' title='Human Emotions. An ode to victims.'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-7060237726780963301</id><published>2011-06-18T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T23:25:10.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Prohibited book by Hanz Moniefiero Medina</title><content type='html'>Greetings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; First and foremost, I would like to Thank the 30thousand plus readers for reading my book sample ''I'm Prohibited'' I am glad to announce that I will release the book through Amazon.com. Check in again for updates. For the new readers, Here's the link to the one of the most emotional book ever written and edited. please comment after reading every chapters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''I'm Prohibited'' by Hanz Moniefiero Medina ---&gt;  http://www.publishizer.com/im-prohibited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-7060237726780963301?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/7060237726780963301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-prohibited-book-by-hanz-moniefiero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/7060237726780963301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/7060237726780963301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-prohibited-book-by-hanz-moniefiero.html' title='I&apos;m Prohibited book by Hanz Moniefiero Medina'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-7109197607414839104</id><published>2011-04-23T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T23:03:18.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whirlwind</title><content type='html'>It must be special for me to come back here to write something. I have been having a whirlwind romance of great intensity of late.&lt;br /&gt;It's too special. I'm loving it. But it's ending soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-7109197607414839104?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/7109197607414839104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2011/04/whirlwind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/7109197607414839104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/7109197607414839104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2011/04/whirlwind.html' title='Whirlwind'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-1442096989345437855</id><published>2011-01-30T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T21:06:35.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Embrace the rain</title><content type='html'>Hey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We must have overlooked the world around us. Have you heard about the happenings in Egypt? How about the few other countries&lt;br /&gt;with natural disasters now and then. Here we are complaining about lack of cabs and heavy rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-1442096989345437855?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/1442096989345437855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2011/01/embrace-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/1442096989345437855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/1442096989345437855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2011/01/embrace-rain.html' title='Embrace the rain'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-8875621914104842325</id><published>2011-01-25T01:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T02:00:54.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Affected</title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm in 'neither here nor there' mood. Feel so tired and look a little haggard, according to me. Cause i lost someone.&lt;br /&gt;Someone that could be oh so dear to me. Oh well, i think i should just bask in this feeling of sincerity rather than getting so&lt;br /&gt;upset with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-8875621914104842325?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/8875621914104842325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2011/01/affected.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/8875621914104842325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/8875621914104842325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2011/01/affected.html' title='Affected'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-6964445314003066709</id><published>2011-01-24T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T03:33:31.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What shall i say....</title><content type='html'>Hey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I was with two friends walking about from Chinatown to Bugis for a little shopping. We chanced upon the many crazy chinese new year sale and i am surprised that many items that are usually on sale are not aptly on sale. Weird. (just probably a side thought or me not paying much attention or probably i broke my bank for a new laptop and monthly rent?) but what was interesting was when we were in front of 'Fulou Shou Shopping complex' (not too sure if i spell that one right. well, anyway) before the shopping mall, there's this square and there's a huge set up of props and a smiling chinese man as a mascot. Around the props were this info on the 12 zodiac, you know, the twelve animals that went on the crazy race and the odd one out wa the dragon? So i went on to check out the year i was born and i confirmed that my zodiac animal sign the 'Ox'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Worst decision i ever made, i read what's up with my sign for the year. bare in mind... this is for the year. it says, loud and clear in almost a repetitive way ''Full of uncertainties'' WTF? That was last year! No more dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Nah, anyway..., i am so not going to be sucked up by these beliefs or fortune telling. I should not and i am not going to. The certainties and the uncertainties are mostly by own choice. So, i think i am going to have sex, make more money, sell myself more(as in modelling jobs?) and party and travel and publish my book, and meet more friends and have more sex. That's what i am deciding now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bad plan? Seriously, sex, travel, and parties.....? It's the way to go. Oh and earning honest money with my perfume making, of course. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Do come to my shop and i can make you one. Premix perfumes are $35 and custom-blend starts from $130. I give $90 for friends ;) ( why did i just try to promote my perfume-making?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-6964445314003066709?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/6964445314003066709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-shall-i-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/6964445314003066709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/6964445314003066709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-shall-i-say.html' title='What shall i say....'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-6332045049837062719</id><published>2011-01-22T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T19:39:07.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haunted</title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh well, life as it is is strange in every sense of the word. See, when you feel and fall in too deep for somebody and things cant be returned, it hurts as heck. I am totally haunted now for the past 12 hours. The very word of no interest gets to me in the core of the invisible soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-6332045049837062719?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/6332045049837062719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2011/01/haunted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/6332045049837062719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/6332045049837062719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2011/01/haunted.html' title='Haunted'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-3344215193460310719</id><published>2011-01-17T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T05:26:54.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eventuality</title><content type='html'>Hi All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Life &amp; Judgments don't mix. Cause life flows no matter what the tide is, don't you think??? So, don't give two hoots of what people think as long as you're honest as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-3344215193460310719?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/3344215193460310719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2011/01/eventuality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/3344215193460310719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/3344215193460310719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2011/01/eventuality.html' title='Eventuality'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-8292252631839917466</id><published>2011-01-11T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T05:58:45.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Acting Gig.</title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It's been awhile. I guess I see myself coming back here only when I experience an impact. For these past few days, I have been on a film shoot. I have surpassed myself, I must say. The script was such a taboo dwelling in a love that's not meant to be or shall I say an eye for an eye to shut. The director and I have been rehearsing on days when we are free. Many days in fact. We had good solid fun and being in the realm to create emotions that probably most won't feel in their lifetime. I am being vague here as you all should know, it is not to be revealed till the film's released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But what I can say is that I managed to cry on demand and go butt naked in moving visuals!!!!  I've stretched myself to reach the goal for audiences to feel and be involved in the tapestry of unknown emotions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I need to recover as I'm falling for somebody along the way.  Will my reply be a loud silent of 'No' or I will actually get a positive reply, not facing another rejection?? I guess with my ability to switch off my emotions, a 'No' reply wouldn't be a problem. But I still have to face the initial response of shock and only acceptance after and a complete off until I fall for someone else again, oe ever, snow balling my kept silence of Love to someone new only with more Love even though it should be over-flowing now enough for a lifetime. God Bless Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hana Moniefiero Medina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-8292252631839917466?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/8292252631839917466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2011/01/acting-gig.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/8292252631839917466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/8292252631839917466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2011/01/acting-gig.html' title='The Acting Gig.'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-7952516594802622157</id><published>2010-12-09T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T05:31:00.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings. I feel Like a Sinnerman</title><content type='html'>Recently, i had accepted a powerful script that could potentially affect me in many different ways than one. The script is about, vaguely, in portrayal of a son having not mch of a father figure. What one would never had the chance to have or ever even feel. I've never actually faced the true meaning of a real family. Forget about my mother now, lets just me talk about my father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone. Alone is the very word where i feel the love lost i feel i should have but never have. So how are you feeling lost when you never actuall have it? Confusing as it may seems, this feeling creeps into your nervous systems and acting in many different awkward ways. Researching oneself is a level of deep thoughts and feeling dare youw rite it on paper and later read it, as honestly as posible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gathered my feelings and thoughts into these words; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Desperate (having even a little time with someone would suffice)&lt;br /&gt;-Wrongful (in a sense of decisions and actions)&lt;br /&gt;-Alone (wanting to settle down with anybody, whoever&lt;br /&gt;-Sinnerman (go back to 'Sinnerman')&lt;br /&gt;-6 degrees of separation (but its a 1 degree separation when it comes to yourself and felings and thoughts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Scared&lt;br /&gt;-Powerless&lt;br /&gt;-Meaningless&lt;br /&gt;-Depressive&lt;br /&gt;-Changed (too personal to explain)&lt;br /&gt;-Rejected (from many)&lt;br /&gt;-Different&lt;br /&gt;-Loveless (Go back to alone)&lt;br /&gt;-Seeking &lt;br /&gt;-Faithless&lt;br /&gt;-No Direction&lt;br /&gt;-Black&lt;br /&gt;-Psychotic&lt;br /&gt;-Psychological Warfare&lt;br /&gt;-Uncontrollable emotion&lt;br /&gt;-Delusional (? maybe?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;etc..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it seems i would need to cry as nobody would listen. But it's fine.&lt;br /&gt;Who do i turn to? A silent faith where no one hears but to the almighty and try as hard to move away from the devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Just want to be loved. As i am powerless. But it's fine.&lt;br /&gt;It will all be alright. i'm sure of it. i am. Very Sure of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For who will be the one who see me cry and see me happy, I hope you come soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-7952516594802622157?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/7952516594802622157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2010/12/feelings-i-feel-like-sinnerman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/7952516594802622157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/7952516594802622157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2010/12/feelings-i-feel-like-sinnerman.html' title='Feelings. I feel Like a Sinnerman'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-2291653484449499692</id><published>2010-11-18T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T23:09:49.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney Characters......Stripped! WAHAHAHAHA!</title><content type='html'>I dont even know whether to laugh or to be enraged by the pictures. Seems like i have a conservative side and an artistic side of thought fused together in conundrum of the pictures. Nevertheless, but very less indeed, i see London, Paris and the hump of Eiffel tower. Once upon a time Disney characters like these are meant to teach us lessons of different virtues and morals to kids and also, at the same time, working young minds to imagine. Of course, since they are animated characters, they never get old some of them are probably reaching 200? also, for parents watching with their kids will give them ideas of a christmas gift or a birthday Disney themed  party. Never would i know some adults are stripping their clothes off in their mind and call it.....art? Sure, Art is about pushing boundaries but now i realized it could also be a harmless joke (or not). Just look at Dr Sweet &amp; Prince Edward. Both showing off their protruding *ahems* just like a promotional Porn DVD cover. How about the Narnian Kings? Aren't they brothers? Suggestive incest is all i have in my head. May i be narrow-minded in that particular picture i dare you to think something else than incest and ruling Narnia in a sexual manner in jock-strap.  It has come to a point of being offensive. Some looks fine like in a CK ad Billboard and some looks like they are posing for their better half on their wedding night. How about Shang in that jock strap with a fighting stance pose, showing off it's well drawn toned body? Some may think leaing them as cartoon characters with clothes on is not wrong and some might think having a little wonder of expression, or horny fantasy expression that is, might also not be wrong but for now, it's best not get to the kids hands or they might just be stuffing socks down south and having a ''unique'' briefs at a tender age of 4. Now i wonder how Harry Potter and Ron Weasly looks like. And where are the Disney ladies???? Hmmmmmm...... seems to be slanting to a particular population... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link to the pictures i'm talking about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinewooddesign.co.uk/2008/04/21/the-disney-heroes-remarkable-art-from-david-kawena-on-deviantart/"&gt;http://pinewooddesign.co.uk/2008/04/21/the-disney-heroes-remarkable-art-from-david-kawena-on-deviantart/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-2291653484449499692?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/2291653484449499692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2010/11/disney-charactersstripped-wahahahaha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/2291653484449499692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/2291653484449499692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2010/11/disney-charactersstripped-wahahahaha.html' title='Disney Characters......Stripped! WAHAHAHAHA!'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-7553514910096156622</id><published>2010-08-01T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T22:31:54.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Construction Work</title><content type='html'>Hi All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;  In a matter of time i will have to be out of this forsaken place call Tampines in a week! I'm scampering over the short notice. like, really scampering and just wanting to get hit by a bus. Actually, the short notice itself is a bus by itself. In a bloody week, i'll be fucking homeless! So i also realized plans are not itself plans. Everything went a little bit of course. But all is not bad. i actually just need a room to stay for only 3 months. Yup just that short period of time. Anyone with a spare room and wants to house me? I can cook, clean and take care of your pets. wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  There is this construction work right up the floor of mine. I woke up to a deafening drills and breaking of fucking walls! The price of beauty home in expense of others. I wish them all the best with the craftwork. but my god........ it's as noisy as no word can describe!! I have to go down to make a call and shout to talk (a period of time you can be rude to anyone with excuse) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''What do you want!!!!'' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Can you please wash the dishes and flush the toilet!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Yeah ok!!!!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''I've done that already!!!!!!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Hold on!! I'll call you back in a minute!!! there's a construction work just above my head!!!! let me go down!!!!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And my friend s totally not saving me right now. Needed the favour for me to come over to give my ears a break, he's probably still sleeping and resting from the jet-lag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Best Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Hanz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-7553514910096156622?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/7553514910096156622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2010/08/construction-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/7553514910096156622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/7553514910096156622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2010/08/construction-work.html' title='Construction Work'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-1783460855118754736</id><published>2010-06-03T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T10:01:48.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear God</title><content type='html'>Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I wish to Love and give my all again. I want one who wants it and i want you too to accept it. Dear god, may i not do any rituals or processions or daily musts, doesnt mean i have lost touch with you. I was told, listened and read about you God being the eternal that you are. For may i ask if you could give me a chance? Could you give me my chance in life to prosper and succeed for i know that i will pay it forward. Please lift this sickness i have. I know you know what i want to do, dear God. So grant me that wish. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   All Love &amp; Peace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;       Hanz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-1783460855118754736?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/1783460855118754736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2010/06/dear-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/1783460855118754736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/1783460855118754736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2010/06/dear-god.html' title='Dear God'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-7128923097899841834</id><published>2010-06-02T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T22:41:59.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My differentiation of Goodbyes and See you again.</title><content type='html'>Hello Readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I just checked my number of visits to my blog and seems like the flow is constantly growing and i am grateful. I may not see you 'Like'-ing my every status on facebook or twitter but i appreciate you reading about my thoughts and laying them on my comment box. Soon enough, i'll reach the 2000 mark readers! Just keep on commenting on my box ok. Good or Bad comments, i dont care, as long as the respect to every individuals is there. So to you readers, Thank you &amp; See you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    This is one of my private post yet. On the first paragraph is me explaning 'See you again' and on this paragraph, it'll be me explaning my 'Goodbye'. As my struggles all these years, the most struggle i yet have overcome is the bloodline drama. What if one, or in my case, afew, slays the very existence of your life by pushing you on the cliff? I'm on the cliff every second and these mental and emotional struggles comes from the people of your bloodline themselves. Sad isn't it? &lt;br /&gt;Too many times i try, too many times in vain. &lt;br /&gt;Too many times i love, too many times it's broken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that enough is enough when my very existence is mauled and disgraced and hunted. It slowly kills, wouldn't you agree? &lt;br /&gt;I'm the black sheep who always trying to be white. &lt;br /&gt;No matter how much i try to shave, in hopes that my next growing coat is white, my coat is always growing black. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i question myself. Why change and kill yourself slowly in pain when the very person do not accept you at the very first place? Do they care? NO. I somehow want to believe that the phrase ''No one gives two hoots about anyone'' is false and think that maybe it's true in the case of general but doesn't include the bloodline category. Unfortunately, it exists and i'm the examplary. So this post is me letting go of the bad mantra that the people brought to me, in this case, my bloodline. What's the point, right? Doing the things you love but rejected violently with no trace of acceptance at all and leaves me with no happiness? I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to the route where many people wont go.&lt;br /&gt;I'm done of societal expectations that they set on me, especially from your boodline. I'm done. You've DESTROYED me enough.&lt;br /&gt;Now leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you for the best even though you dont wish the same for me.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;GoodBye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Hanz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-7128923097899841834?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/7128923097899841834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-differentiation-of-goodbyes-and-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/7128923097899841834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/7128923097899841834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-differentiation-of-goodbyes-and-see.html' title='My differentiation of Goodbyes and See you again.'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-2065295707963132422</id><published>2010-05-31T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T06:21:06.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotions.</title><content type='html'>I'm in an emotional mood. I'm trying to get out of it by blogging. Now I don't know what to say (pause).  I feel slightly better now after that few second pause. With fredrik stahl on my iPod singing "oh sunny sunny day" hmmmmmmmmmmm now I'm thinking of the many things that's nice happening to me and things being offered. I like it. I'm feeling much better now, really. Now, "The Temptation is playing with Papa was a rolling stone" I love that song!!!!! I want to one day perform that song. Now I'm visulaizing how I'm going to perform that song. I think eveyone should listen to it. No one can hurt me! No one! You must be thinking, "what psychotic blog is his" but i think you should try it. It works writing what's in your head at the moment which you have just witnessed me doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-2065295707963132422?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/2065295707963132422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2010/05/emotions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/2065295707963132422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/2065295707963132422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2010/05/emotions.html' title='Emotions.'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-2802449641749423916</id><published>2010-05-18T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T01:16:54.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear God.</title><content type='html'>Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Greetings, God. It's been awhile since I come front to you. I'd like to firstly apologize for ignoring you. If a friend of mine could be angered by my dissapearance, what more you? But I don't know how you feel about me so I shall not assume. God, lately I have been through so many obstacles and you know all of them. What have I done to deserve these? How do I change things? Will you please help me? Will you help me get healthier mentally and physically? Most importantly, I beg you to help me find the ultimate path that I'm destined to walk that leads to my everlasting happiness. Please forgive me for whatever I've had done to anybody and to you. My sincerest is now. I need a change. I need a change so desperately now. Please help me. As this blog I put up should be personal between you and I, I also want to let everybody know that I'm not perfect and to forgive me. I'm reflecting to you intead doing it with myself alone. I can't take it anymore. I need your guidance. I need you. I need your love again. I need you. Please make it easier for me this time, please. As much pain as I endured, one missing was me to remember you are entity that exists. Would you please give me a life? Would you please give me my life? For all material things don't matter to me but just happiness I seek. I seek your help. Help me. For all love I have is for he people around me and things to be back to a smile once I gave to them and my thanks to you. For all I need now is you. For all the support I need from you. So please dear God, help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for your kind attention.&lt;br /&gt;Respectfully yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Hanz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-2802449641749423916?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/2802449641749423916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2010/05/dear-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/2802449641749423916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/2802449641749423916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2010/05/dear-god.html' title='Dear God.'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-6732255925308220681</id><published>2010-05-05T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T06:56:33.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No title blog entry</title><content type='html'>Greetings All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My life is in such a mess and further complicated by a recent event that shouldn't happen at all.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, who is to say it should not, right? I'm so glad the mess is going to be organized soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;I want to meet loads of people and I have been covering loads of things.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be happy. Just that. Be happy and live life. I don't care about those material stuffs. I really don't.&lt;br /&gt;Being sick is not cool. We should find ourself while we can. Vague? I'm always vague.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-6732255925308220681?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/6732255925308220681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2010/05/no-title-blog-entry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/6732255925308220681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/6732255925308220681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2010/05/no-title-blog-entry.html' title='No title blog entry'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-9087462061499118763</id><published>2010-03-18T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T00:41:54.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soulless</title><content type='html'>They say once beaten twice shy&lt;br /&gt;What if you're battered, are we still to be shy?&lt;br /&gt;Is shyness a form of humility or cowardice?&lt;br /&gt;Are we to be beaten and battered to only be shy?&lt;br /&gt;Or are we to fight the only thing we have that made us soulless?&lt;br /&gt;Would anyone answer the call of heroism in rescue to reform the soul that has gone astray?&lt;br /&gt;Or are we fighting back as of heroism or from a raptured tormented souls we live in?&lt;br /&gt;Answer to life and the nature of the world would only bring forth the eternal flame of injustice. All this to humans like us fighting each other without any thought.&lt;br /&gt;Souless is a form of raptured life that once a human and next a beast, a tyrant of greed.&lt;br /&gt;Are we to check ourselves now and then?&lt;br /&gt;Have we checked ourselves now and then?&lt;br /&gt;Are our surrounding surrounding us with what we actually need?&lt;br /&gt;Do we know what kind is? &lt;br /&gt;Do we know that pureness comes from the day we are born and only to be stained?&lt;br /&gt;Do we know now that in sense of trouble a forgiving way comes forth?&lt;br /&gt;Is ligt a light or a light are lights?&lt;br /&gt;What makes us whole?&lt;br /&gt;What makes us, Us?&lt;br /&gt;What makes you and me this complacent?&lt;br /&gt;Who are to be blamed?&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone to be blamed?&lt;br /&gt;The modern world is ending as we speak.&lt;br /&gt;It ends with a scream.&lt;br /&gt;If we choose the way we are living in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-9087462061499118763?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/9087462061499118763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2010/03/soulless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/9087462061499118763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/9087462061499118763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2010/03/soulless.html' title='Soulless'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-2668517128254308902</id><published>2010-03-17T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T05:58:33.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Shout-outs to.....</title><content type='html'>Vna&lt;br /&gt;Natalia&lt;br /&gt;Oliver Pang&lt;br /&gt;Barry Tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Hanz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-2668517128254308902?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/2668517128254308902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2010/03/special-shout-outs-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/2668517128254308902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/2668517128254308902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2010/03/special-shout-outs-to.html' title='Special Shout-outs to.....'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-963699186558022414</id><published>2010-03-04T07:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T07:44:42.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation</title><content type='html'>Operation&lt;br /&gt;$8000&lt;br /&gt;6months&lt;br /&gt;Recuperation&lt;br /&gt;Pray&lt;br /&gt;Hope&lt;br /&gt;Live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-963699186558022414?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/963699186558022414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2010/03/operation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/963699186558022414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/963699186558022414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2010/03/operation.html' title='Operation'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-6771703509931004447</id><published>2010-03-04T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T10:02:55.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation</title><content type='html'>Operation&lt;br /&gt;$8000&lt;br /&gt;6months&lt;br /&gt;Recuperation&lt;br /&gt;Pray&lt;br /&gt;Hope&lt;br /&gt;Live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-6771703509931004447?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/6771703509931004447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2010/03/operation_04.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/6771703509931004447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/6771703509931004447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2010/03/operation_04.html' title='Operation'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-4127239213407055493</id><published>2010-03-02T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T07:59:26.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Performing with Catalog V on Sunday!</title><content type='html'>Greetings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Amidst my crazy shedule i am able to slot in my time of fun and that is.....&lt;br /&gt;......(read below) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Do come down this Sunday, 7th March 2010, to watch Catalog V and I perform at Esplanade! 9pm! Come! Come! Say Hi to me too after the show! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Hanz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-4127239213407055493?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/4127239213407055493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2010/03/performing-with-catalog-v-on-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/4127239213407055493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/4127239213407055493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2010/03/performing-with-catalog-v-on-sunday.html' title='Performing with Catalog V on Sunday!'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-5100569467225416897</id><published>2010-02-13T06:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T07:05:21.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris Is Burning</title><content type='html'>Sitting alone in a moonlit bay&lt;br /&gt;Wondering why it had to happen&lt;br /&gt;My heart bled of Goo&lt;br /&gt;With Arrows in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night &amp; Day the background seems bleak&lt;br /&gt;A City of Love i Found her&lt;br /&gt;In a City of Romance the fluttered away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Paris is burning&lt;br /&gt;With flames &amp; fumes choking&lt;br /&gt;My Paris is Burning&lt;br /&gt;Can it ever be re-built?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fog from the smokes with dust got to my eye &lt;br /&gt;Leaving me partially blind&lt;br /&gt;Like an Isand set ablaze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head held up high&lt;br /&gt;Only to be sunken by an evil eye&lt;br /&gt;From above the view is beauty&lt;br /&gt;From the ground it all turned beasty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Paris is burning&lt;br /&gt;Is exodus approaching?&lt;br /&gt;Beds of Roses i used to lay&lt;br /&gt;Now to mosses i decay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-5100569467225416897?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/5100569467225416897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2010/02/paris-is-burning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/5100569467225416897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/5100569467225416897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2010/02/paris-is-burning.html' title='Paris Is Burning'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-6601828857792457270</id><published>2010-02-02T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T22:04:49.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Limitless Power</title><content type='html'>Greetings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I have learnt something i have always known but never use in practice or rarely. Power of Optimism. It brings countless happiness even happiness in hard times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Try this, think you can do it (with your conscious mind) and your subconscious mind will absorb that positivity from the concious mind and make it work. I might just cure my stage fright!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Hanz m M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-6601828857792457270?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/6601828857792457270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2010/02/limitless-power.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/6601828857792457270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/6601828857792457270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2010/02/limitless-power.html' title='Limitless Power'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-2742615485125949071</id><published>2010-01-24T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T04:41:56.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone's leaving</title><content type='html'>Hi Readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's leaving.......I need to leave somewhere too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tearing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Hanz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-2742615485125949071?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/2742615485125949071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2010/01/everyones-leaving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/2742615485125949071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/2742615485125949071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2010/01/everyones-leaving.html' title='Everyone&apos;s leaving'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-6072061861277060391</id><published>2010-01-22T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T20:58:02.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really?</title><content type='html'>Lean Miller said ''The secret to life is to not give a fuck about anybody cause they are not thinking of you''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-6072061861277060391?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/6072061861277060391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2010/01/really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/6072061861277060391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/6072061861277060391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2010/01/really.html' title='Really?'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-2512494245640282660</id><published>2010-01-12T20:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T20:53:59.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Life in a different way.</title><content type='html'>Greetings Readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   A friend of mine decided to tease me with a little video. So she sent me a link to recently 'Post Secrets Tour' from Youtube. What she was implying to me is that i am a guy with many secrets and double talking with loads of vague explanation. The thing is.... i cannot agree more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of me, i like to make it confidential for the sake of people who are involved.&lt;br /&gt;Some of me, are signed to be kept quiet.&lt;br /&gt;Some of me, privacy is one thing i know what and reminds me of me.&lt;br /&gt;Some of me, are better left unheard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the video you are about to watch says '' Release your secrets, and be yourself''&lt;br /&gt;If you can achieve that, Good Job. Maybe i'll see the worth sooner or later or never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xWqtwzEfRKY&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xWqtwzEfRKY&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Hanz M M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-2512494245640282660?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/2512494245640282660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2010/01/living-life-in-different-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/2512494245640282660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/2512494245640282660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2010/01/living-life-in-different-way.html' title='Living Life in a different way.'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-5533969798515786559</id><published>2010-01-11T03:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T03:39:10.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Disturbing</title><content type='html'>Hi Readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I have lost 9kg in 2 weeks. That's scary. So what can i do to fattened up myself, i think. I landed on Chicken Rice! Heavens, Yeah! So, i walked to this mall nearby and to my utter surprise, there aren't any chicken rice! They do not sell any. So i looked around for any fattening stuffs and all there was was pork and i hate pork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     So with my new tiny, scrawny frame, i walked over to the other side of the earth for the plaza instead. Great! i found my dish of choice - Chicken Rice! So as i was sitting down trying my best to eat, i couldn't help but notice this Maid who was staring at me while pushing her employer on the wheelchair. So there were the maid, the guy in wheelchair but i did not notice the lady employer!&lt;br /&gt;Before passing my table with the deletable chicken rice, the lady employer tapped my shoulder and said ''Hey! ew rike my maik, ah? ew rook rook rook, for what?!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I was stumped trying to figure out what just happened. Readers, the reason why i kind of scrutinized the maid was because she was wearing a T-shirt that says '' Light up my candles!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good laugh!,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Hanz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-5533969798515786559?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/5533969798515786559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-disturbing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/5533969798515786559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/5533969798515786559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-disturbing.html' title='This Is Disturbing'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-4063410523998690692</id><published>2010-01-09T01:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T20:59:53.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a reminder.</title><content type='html'>If we are who we treat and treat no one, what does that make us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Hanz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-4063410523998690692?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/4063410523998690692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-reminder_09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/4063410523998690692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/4063410523998690692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-reminder_09.html' title='Just a reminder.'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-4906275443258490074</id><published>2010-01-09T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T01:42:04.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a reminder.</title><content type='html'>If we are who we treat and treat no one, what does that make us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Hanz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-4906275443258490074?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/4906275443258490074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-reminder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/4906275443258490074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/4906275443258490074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-reminder.html' title='Just a reminder.'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-3192818405648072802</id><published>2010-01-07T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T04:50:56.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know....</title><content type='html'>You know what is hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It's hard when you know you love something and someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But you're hiding it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-3192818405648072802?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/3192818405648072802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/3192818405648072802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/3192818405648072802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-know.html' title='You Know....'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-1989588227903491614</id><published>2010-01-05T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T07:05:38.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if?</title><content type='html'>As I sit in wonder and as the clock ticks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I move in minute seconds between the past, the moment and the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Then i realized i am moving without moving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  From the inside lies a light of Uncertainties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  That reverberates through the nerves and the organs of my body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Till it reaches my brain and mind and thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  What if one day, what if one day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  What if one day... The life of our lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And the being of our beings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And the scream of our screams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And the cry of our cries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And the heart of our hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And the dust of our forefathers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Lingers in resurrection of timeless times of unification?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  What if?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Notheless of the theories of theories and answers of answers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  provokes the actual brain stimuli in connection to be freed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  What ifs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Are we be wronged? Or are we being written?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-1989588227903491614?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/1989588227903491614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-if.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/1989588227903491614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/1989588227903491614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-if.html' title='What if?'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-7488811952694723034</id><published>2010-01-02T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T10:30:14.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Secret to look like a 13 year old is.......</title><content type='html'>Dear Readears &amp;amp; Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I have cut my hair! I am adapting to it. I hope people are not lying when they say i look better. A change for the new year i guess. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hanz Medina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-7488811952694723034?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/7488811952694723034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-secret-to-look-like-a1-13-year-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/7488811952694723034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/7488811952694723034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-secret-to-look-like-a1-13-year-old.html' title='My Secret to look like a 13 year old is.......'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-9146944491417280279</id><published>2010-01-01T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T19:19:30.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>International Hangover Day!!!</title><content type='html'>Greetings Survivors of 2009!,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Nursing the painful headache? puking your colons out? No worries! be happy! As Billions are with you! Aren't you glad you have two days to recover? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Well, I would Like to wish everyone a Happy New Year!!! Yay!! So what are you all going to do? Have a resolution? Work More? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Firstly, i would like to thank my ups and especially the downs i went through in 2009 and the people involved as the lesson learnt will bring me a long way! I appreciate all of you too who brought me joy and so much love and believing in me. I love You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  What i want to achieve this year is to Find Abundance. Find Love. Keep Both. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Regards &amp;amp; Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Hanz Medina.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-9146944491417280279?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/9146944491417280279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2010/01/international-hangover-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/9146944491417280279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/9146944491417280279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2010/01/international-hangover-day.html' title='International Hangover Day!!!'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-3404758365934319536</id><published>2009-12-30T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:12:49.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Voiceover</title><content type='html'>It's the eve of 2010! How scary is that? Am i that old?? Ugh. No No, my soul is ageless. The body is getting old. That's all. HAhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So what are all of you going to do today? Planning to sit at home with the family and bicker among each other? lol! I kid. I'm going to siloso beach party to cover some articles. Most probably i'll do the usual partying and just observe how the new year is going to be revealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But before that, i have to complete some Voiceover works for a movie! How exciting! Damn i got tons of things to do before the  siloso beach party. I can see losing more weight (i lost 4kg in past 2 weeks and i'm skinnier than ever and i'm suspecting a kilo more these past 2 days) and more breakouts and more prominent dark eye circles. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              HAPPY 2010!!!!!!! Give Love. Make Love more visible in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Hanz Moniefiero Medina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-3404758365934319536?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/3404758365934319536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/12/voiceover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/3404758365934319536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/3404758365934319536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/12/voiceover.html' title='Voiceover'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-558430622534160716</id><published>2009-12-29T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T07:57:34.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Different</title><content type='html'>Hello Hello,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Yes, i am back to the blog! I feel the need to re-connect with my other identity (however you interprete it that is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So, what have been going on with me you might think or you may not care at all,. I think the latter, i've been really busy handling a few stuffs. Yes it's me as usual not giving away and being very private. See one thing i know i've been happier and friendlier or sometimes too friendly as they say, i dont know, even though i dont mean anything. But i have to say again, for all that matters, i am happier and i am able to fix myself bit by bit. I have an amazing line-up for 2010 and hope everything goes well for me. And i hope you are happy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Hanz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-558430622534160716?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/558430622534160716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/12/something-different.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/558430622534160716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/558430622534160716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/12/something-different.html' title='Something Different'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-3899343385041923503</id><published>2009-10-21T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T19:47:49.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Private Life</title><content type='html'>Don't bother asking about my private life. I can show you the places i go however. That should be enough. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-3899343385041923503?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/3899343385041923503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/10/private-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/3899343385041923503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/3899343385041923503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/10/private-life.html' title='Private Life'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-2000683392549561409</id><published>2009-10-21T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T19:46:31.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Temporary</title><content type='html'>For further update on what i have been doing, you have to go to this website to know further. I'd like to leave a piece of me here and there without having my private life intervened.  &lt;a href="http://www.female50gp.com/2009/blog/"&gt;http://www.female50gp.com/2009/blog/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Regards &amp;amp; God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Hanz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-2000683392549561409?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/2000683392549561409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/10/temporary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/2000683392549561409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/2000683392549561409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/10/temporary.html' title='Temporary'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-4851768172682315549</id><published>2009-10-16T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T23:26:22.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chill Out!</title><content type='html'>We were at Arab Street. There's this particular place call 'Nabins'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/Stle5U8IgdI/AAAAAAAAAEE/xGTFHCPxjUw/s1600-h/Picture+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/Stle5U8IgdI/AAAAAAAAAEE/xGTFHCPxjUw/s320/Picture+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393446367719358930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I Love The Interior settings and decorations! It's Gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/StlfNw3InsI/AAAAAAAAAEM/MfCgm1nlgvc/s1600-h/Picture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/StlfNw3InsI/AAAAAAAAAEM/MfCgm1nlgvc/s320/Picture+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393446718811971266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I cant remember what this Platter is called But it's sure is DELISH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/Stlg1yEdZqI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Qtz_qcKpiOk/s1600-h/Picture+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/Stlg1yEdZqI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Qtz_qcKpiOk/s320/Picture+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393448505842689698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This particular Dish is delectable! It's called 'Mandhi'. It originated from Yemen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/StlhaHhVg_I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TT4wx3iIR00/s1600-h/Picture+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/StlhaHhVg_I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TT4wx3iIR00/s320/Picture+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393449130076242930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/Stlh-dGomdI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Lk8LLIiXquM/s1600-h/Picture+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/Stlh-dGomdI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Lk8LLIiXquM/s320/Picture+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393449754345118162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Amazing Companies!&lt;br /&gt;Such an amazing place to chill out! two thumbs up for Nabins!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-4851768172682315549?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/4851768172682315549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/10/chill-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/4851768172682315549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/4851768172682315549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/10/chill-out.html' title='Chill Out!'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/Stle5U8IgdI/AAAAAAAAAEE/xGTFHCPxjUw/s72-c/Picture+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-6910816860275072841</id><published>2009-10-15T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T06:26:10.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to Self</title><content type='html'>If everyone can see their flaws so easily we'd all be perfect&lt;br /&gt;People need not do much to be 'cursed' if that's what you're thinking.&lt;br /&gt;It's basically thing we are not doing right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not doing right is not quite the same as doing something wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's something lacking that's not right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-6910816860275072841?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/6910816860275072841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/10/note-to-self.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/6910816860275072841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/6910816860275072841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/10/note-to-self.html' title='Note to Self'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-8911566732422405001</id><published>2009-10-14T07:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T02:37:56.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being nice</title><content type='html'>Being nice is not enough nowadays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-8911566732422405001?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/8911566732422405001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/10/bing-nice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/8911566732422405001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/8911566732422405001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/10/bing-nice.html' title='Being nice'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-3136044001641676876</id><published>2009-10-14T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T07:33:05.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bet you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was singing this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Though the lights were low&lt;br /&gt;    I can see you both in a lovers silhouette&lt;br /&gt;    And my heart stood still&lt;br /&gt;    I froze right there&lt;br /&gt;    Staring down at her red dress&lt;br /&gt;    So i bolted out the door&lt;br /&gt;    Jump right into the car&lt;br /&gt;    It's too dangerous to be in the vicinity of where you are&lt;br /&gt;    Rolled down all the windows so that i could breathe&lt;br /&gt;    Cant believe you actually did this shit to me&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-3136044001641676876?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/3136044001641676876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/10/bet-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/3136044001641676876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/3136044001641676876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/10/bet-you.html' title='Bet you'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-3559039046834552981</id><published>2009-10-11T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T21:22:25.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/StKu98gybJI/AAAAAAAAAD8/7uhVbFqcqUY/s1600-h/Samurai+Assassin%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/StKu98gybJI/AAAAAAAAAD8/7uhVbFqcqUY/s320/Samurai+Assassin%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391564083154807954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my fitting at Ted Baker Vivo City for my 50 Gorgeous people competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, to my surprise, the photographer i worked with, Pat Proud just sent me a picture we did! Woohooo! i love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-3559039046834552981?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/3559039046834552981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/10/yay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/3559039046834552981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/3559039046834552981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/10/yay.html' title='Yay!'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/StKu98gybJI/AAAAAAAAAD8/7uhVbFqcqUY/s72-c/Samurai+Assassin%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-292760170392937648</id><published>2009-10-07T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T19:30:13.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labelling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="ecxKonaBody" style="margin-bottom: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxhuge"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Once you label me you negate me."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="ecxbodybold"&gt;Soren Kierkegaard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxKonaBody" style="margin-bottom: 0px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxKonaBody" style="margin-bottom: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxbodybold"&gt;And what happens when you label yourself?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxKonaBody" style="margin-bottom: 0px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxKonaBody" style="margin-bottom: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxbodybold"&gt;In high school I faked my way through algebra and advanced math courses by memorizing solutions and grunting out homework.  I failed to grasp the concepts and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;was too embarrassed - or maybe too proud - to seek help.&lt;/span&gt;   I started telling myself I just wasn't good at math.  I created my label.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxKonaBody" style="margin-bottom: 0px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxKonaBody" style="margin-bottom: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxbodybold"&gt;Fast forward to college, and I'm opting out of math requirements.  Over time I find myself avoiding other courses with a quantitative focus. With my label at my side,  I became a certified math phobe.  And in the process I narrowed my educational and career alternatives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxKonaBody" style="margin-bottom: 0px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxKonaBody" style="margin-bottom: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxbodybold"&gt;Fortunately, I was quite unhappy with my shrinking world.  I began to realize that my label was constricting my possibilities.  So I made changes, got into a tutoring program, and became  competent in math - enough to move ahead on a new course with schooling and career choices.  My disgust with where my label was taking me forced me to open my world,  and it made a remarkable difference in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxKonaBody" style="margin-bottom: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxKonaBody" style="margin-bottom: 0px;"&gt;My lesson learned: It's never too late to remove the label that's holding you back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxKonaBody" style="margin-bottom: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxKonaBody" style="margin-bottom: 0px;"&gt;Make this a great Wednesday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxKonaBody" style="margin-bottom: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxKonaBody" style="margin-bottom: 0px;"&gt;Bob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That is one angle Bob takes on on Labeling and restricting oneself.  I would like to continue by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pointing out that Labeling is pointed by the finger from our head that society deemed as wrong,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, wayward and awkward.  This results as continually labeling yourself after the society labeled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you. Instead of wondering who you think you are in an acceptance of a spiritual manner. Individuals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;radiates energies through the world and the energy may bounced  back good if your thinking is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;positive and negative if you send the negativity. So in laments term ''Dont care the fuck what people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-292760170392937648?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/292760170392937648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/10/labelling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/292760170392937648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/292760170392937648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/10/labelling.html' title='Labelling'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-1682851978122332632</id><published>2009-09-28T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T21:49:17.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Continue from my last post</title><content type='html'>So, am i right to say that we enter the process of death and a matter of fighting it when we lose our loved ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This means, we experience the experience of Dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-1682851978122332632?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/1682851978122332632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/09/continue-from-my-last-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/1682851978122332632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/1682851978122332632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/09/continue-from-my-last-post.html' title='Continue from my last post'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-4534024247471639710</id><published>2009-09-28T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T07:44:50.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Strong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/SsDLy1OeTfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/22ije0XUpDc/s1600-h/1305452-1-broken-heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/SsDLy1OeTfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/22ije0XUpDc/s320/1305452-1-broken-heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386529228476796402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Just in. You can die from a Broken-Heart - Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been backed up by scientists and doctors. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am not suggesting or insinuating anything&lt;/span&gt; (promise) I just thought i should blog this up after watching the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been confirmed the heart rate increases after losing the close and loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary Shit! So Be Strong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-4534024247471639710?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/4534024247471639710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/09/be-strong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/4534024247471639710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/4534024247471639710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/09/be-strong.html' title='Be Strong.'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/SsDLy1OeTfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/22ije0XUpDc/s72-c/1305452-1-broken-heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-3382692408573007558</id><published>2009-09-22T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T03:52:37.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Build A Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/SrisaKSrUPI/AAAAAAAAADk/qje9eCIT5Mk/s1600-h/tree5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/SrisaKSrUPI/AAAAAAAAADk/qje9eCIT5Mk/s320/tree5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384242919960695026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/SrisGCPZiQI/AAAAAAAAADc/324MQ6dWNgU/s1600-h/tree5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;Out in the garden where we planted the seeds&lt;br /&gt;There is a tree that's old as me&lt;br /&gt;Branches were sewn by the color of green&lt;br /&gt;Ground had arose and passed its knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top&lt;br /&gt;I climbed the tree to see the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When the gusts came around to blow me down&lt;br /&gt;I held on as tightly as you held onto me&lt;br /&gt;I held on as tightly as you held onto me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I built a home&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;For me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until it disappeared&lt;br /&gt;From me&lt;br /&gt;From you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-3382692408573007558?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/3382692408573007558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-build-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/3382692408573007558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/3382692408573007558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-build-home.html' title='To Build A Home'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/SrisaKSrUPI/AAAAAAAAADk/qje9eCIT5Mk/s72-c/tree5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-3386353970175951990</id><published>2009-09-20T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T21:34:49.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Onzichtbaar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/SrcCXE2rCSI/AAAAAAAAADU/ohd8lHgE8Oo/s1600-h/invisible_man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/SrcCXE2rCSI/AAAAAAAAADU/ohd8lHgE8Oo/s320/invisible_man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383774475008018722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mijn hartjaren voor u. Mijn voeten het slepen u incessant besluit dat me trekt neer elke tweede, elke dag. Beschuldig me niet als ik naar u een weinig verschillend ben. Het is enkel dat, kwetst het. Ik hield van u. Dan werd ik dierbaar van u en dan houd ik van u. het proces was langzaam maar de moeite waard het weten dat ik kan worden geheeld. Het is allen over u. U vindt verontschuldigingen om aan het logische denken en om u aan te passen maar het begrip niet van aan te passen waar ik uit kom. U wilt zo hoog stijgen zoals makend een filosofisch oordeel maar u vergeet de de betekenis en waarde van de basisstichting. Het is allen over u. Ik ben onzichtbaar. U bekijkt zo verschillend me en ik ben een absorptievat van uw goede materialen. U doet dingen die u gevoelsgoed voor me maken maar het bent niet voor me. Het is voor u, om tot u gevoelsmeerdere te maken en goed te voelen en ' te zeggen; ' ik deed iets voor hem hij waardeer beter it' ' Verlaat me of leef me enkel spelen niet met mijn het sterven hart. Wat probeert u om te doen?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-3386353970175951990?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/3386353970175951990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/09/onzichtbaar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/3386353970175951990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/3386353970175951990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/09/onzichtbaar.html' title='Onzichtbaar'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/SrcCXE2rCSI/AAAAAAAAADU/ohd8lHgE8Oo/s72-c/invisible_man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-3597589574288289208</id><published>2009-09-17T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T23:42:08.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something i Read</title><content type='html'>I was ant Ann Siang Rd and one of the artsy shops hang this notes of poems and thoughts from around the world and i came across this:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is just a system&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Getting Someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To call &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Darling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Sex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Hilarious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-3597589574288289208?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/3597589574288289208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/09/something-i-read.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/3597589574288289208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/3597589574288289208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/09/something-i-read.html' title='Something i Read'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-6243445655907456469</id><published>2009-09-13T02:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T02:40:33.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Shoes</title><content type='html'>Old Shoes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-6243445655907456469?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/6243445655907456469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/09/old-shoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/6243445655907456469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/6243445655907456469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/09/old-shoes.html' title='Old Shoes'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-2816775557515913873</id><published>2009-09-10T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T09:27:57.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>Would you want to Press&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pause?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pausing till next year come. But i never want t press stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-2816775557515913873?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/2816775557515913873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/09/music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/2816775557515913873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/2816775557515913873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/09/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-5431332848230495903</id><published>2009-09-08T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T21:00:25.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Balance Of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/SqcoTz4aJII/AAAAAAAAADM/L1yzbjDaZ8w/s1600-h/The_Balance_of_Life_by_trentoloni.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/SqcoTz4aJII/AAAAAAAAADM/L1yzbjDaZ8w/s320/The_Balance_of_Life_by_trentoloni.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379312600726774914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Everybody,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  We all know we now and then hate to do this and that. Complain doing this and that. I just realize, one part of balance of life is doing things you hate to do things you Love. No one ever wants to scrub  the floor to earn the money for that next version of I-POD or I-Phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So i decided from now on, if i catch myself complaining or despising my surroundings, i am going to change my behaviour. Also, i think that the CEO's of today wont be sitting in that big chair without polishing some other's shoes for a living, when they were younger. I call this&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; a collective endurance for what the best that will come and bring for the future - face the shits to get to the golds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I suggest for all for you reading this, a hard life is a grace given but only blinded by society. But of course how are you using that hardship? Let it get to you? or Get out of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I also suggest we should smack our lazy ass and pound our tiny brains for the best. oh, let me please remind you, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;your sucessess also depends on the people that hates you, so thank them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Get To Work,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  hanz.M.m&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-5431332848230495903?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/5431332848230495903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/09/balance-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/5431332848230495903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/5431332848230495903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/09/balance-of-life.html' title='Balance Of Life'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/SqcoTz4aJII/AAAAAAAAADM/L1yzbjDaZ8w/s72-c/The_Balance_of_Life_by_trentoloni.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-41430038810688685</id><published>2009-09-07T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T07:18:12.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Great Eugene Y!</title><content type='html'>Eugene!!!!,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Oh how time has passed so quickly. I appreciate everything you have done for me. Your works have jump start my spirits in many ways and i thank you for that. I hope you will adapt quickly to your new environment and know i'll be here to cheer you on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  You are a natural talent. Do Awesome! Whack the asses of your classmates with your greatness of photos an humility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Be Safe.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  ****,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Hanz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-41430038810688685?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/41430038810688685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/09/do-great-eugene-y.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/41430038810688685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/41430038810688685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/09/do-great-eugene-y.html' title='Do Great Eugene Y!'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-7311872565375639894</id><published>2009-09-02T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T21:25:31.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free will. Is it Real?</title><content type='html'>Free Will. We are free to do what we desire. Or Do we? Can we always guarantee the things we want to do would turn out the way we have planned?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I believe, to an extent, or maybe it is, (depends on your judgment), Free Will is an Illusion. From the outset, it looks like everything is possible, By observing the issue more carefully, though, we start to realize that the true freedom of will is mainly limited to our point-of-view (perception) - how we take the events that occur in our lives. Are we sad, disappointed, angry, frustrated and so forth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Next time you are late for a meeting and traffic is really jammed and not winning that competition or getting to the next round (referring to myself and others who are open to take this post positively) try catching yourself in the middle of getting angry and frustrated and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;just change your behaviour&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; No point getting angry. We cant reverse back the clock. Why not be in good mood and instead enjoy the ride. This will be less stresfull. Sounds more free to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The trick is to keep this new perception going - all the time. Dont follow the old thinking formulas every moment - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;BE AWAKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  If you do this, you might even do something unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  HMM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-7311872565375639894?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/7311872565375639894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/09/free-will-is-it-real.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/7311872565375639894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/7311872565375639894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/09/free-will-is-it-real.html' title='Free will. Is it Real?'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-4282572967115686603</id><published>2009-09-01T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T18:23:16.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slaves</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"I freed a thousand slaves, I could have freed a thousand more if only they knew they were slaves." - Harriet Tubman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harriet Tubman was a runaway slave from Maryland, and a key participant in the Abolitionist movement prior to the US Civil War.  Her quote refers to her frustration in not being able to help slaves who were unwilling or unable to be helped; who just didn't realize the reality of their situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, there are no longer slaves (in the US) in the physical sense of indentured servitude, but there are many people who have allowed themselves - through ignorance, fear or lack of self-awareness - to be shackled into a lifestyle that accepts scarcity and lack.   A life that ignores their capacity to become more, to achieve abundance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not you.  You are mindful, you are self-aware.  You reject scarcity, and seek abundance.   You take the steps to become more, to realize excellence and achieve mastery.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sending you my best wishes for a great new month to recognize and seize new and wonderful opportunities!-Bob&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-4282572967115686603?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/4282572967115686603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/09/slaves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/4282572967115686603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/4282572967115686603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/09/slaves.html' title='Slaves'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-3012850611630871566</id><published>2009-08-29T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T23:05:46.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alignment of Power - A Supreme You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/SpoWM1ugoNI/AAAAAAAAADE/-NeteGMzVRs/s1600-h/spiritual_wayfarer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 185px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/SpoWM1ugoNI/AAAAAAAAADE/-NeteGMzVRs/s320/spiritual_wayfarer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375633515056505042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:16;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px;font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;The secret is alignment: when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know for sure that you're&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on course and doing exactly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what you're supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doing, fulfilling your soul's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;intention, your heart's desire, or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever you choose to call it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(they're all the same thing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your life is on course with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its purpose, you are your most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;powerful. And you may stumble,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you will not fall.&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know for sure that in every&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;challenging experience there's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an opportunity to grow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enhance your life, or learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something invaluable about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yourself. Every challenge can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make you stronger if you allow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it. Strength multiplied = power.&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-3012850611630871566?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/3012850611630871566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/08/alignment-of-power-supreme-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/3012850611630871566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/3012850611630871566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/08/alignment-of-power-supreme-you.html' title='Alignment of Power - A Supreme You.'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/SpoWM1ugoNI/AAAAAAAAADE/-NeteGMzVRs/s72-c/spiritual_wayfarer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-5306228908976956654</id><published>2009-08-27T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:17:26.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beacon of Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/SpdoWFH-MYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/CuoT5N0TyyU/s1600-h/HeartsTwist3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/SpdoWFH-MYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/CuoT5N0TyyU/s320/HeartsTwist3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374879408832000386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am mentally tired and drained and soul stolen from the humans who you might call 'My fam'&lt;br /&gt;But all i see is an emotional sham in portrayal of wolf under sheep's clothing.&lt;br /&gt;I cried my brains out of the trial and tribulation given from life and mere survival to get under one's roof.&lt;br /&gt;But my tissue is a great absorber and i crave for the tissue to be in my heart to soak my worries away, and yes it has been in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I call thee my Beacon of hope.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, E.&lt;br /&gt;I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-5306228908976956654?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/5306228908976956654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/08/beacon-of-hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/5306228908976956654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/5306228908976956654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/08/beacon-of-hope.html' title='Beacon of Hope'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/SpdoWFH-MYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/CuoT5N0TyyU/s72-c/HeartsTwist3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-7495068794285526921</id><published>2009-08-21T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T05:08:17.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy as Happie Can Be!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/So6OJp4U6GI/AAAAAAAAAC0/9xe0kQu1IYU/s1600-h/HappyCat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/So6OJp4U6GI/AAAAAAAAAC0/9xe0kQu1IYU/s320/HappyCat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372387702011652194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see, i went to this big audition where only hand picked individuals are informed to perform. Basically, they are looking for singers for this new and upcoming Cirque Du Solleil-esque show. Just huge. The judges fly from the UK. Yes. The United Kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So i went nervously to the audition and there i was scared to bits.  I performed 2 songs. The first song i did acapella of 'Summertime' by George Gershwin. It went well. I supposed. With my pouring heartfelt emotions i ended the song with all of them staring at me. pfffft! But then, the organizer told me to put my hands out of my pocket and relax! I didnt even know i did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second song was to be an uptempo song. So what more fun for me to sing  Lady Gaga's Just dance? or so i thought. But i flopped! Lol! My projection of voice was faulty and the piano over powered my voice. That went horribly wrong with few words missing. So i totally didnt impress them Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they want me to sing a third song, totally unplanned! Something raw and that shows my full range and they suggested Linkin Park! wahahahahah! So i thought of a song by Bill withers - 'Aint No sunshine' and i gave my best. They thought i would go low.... but no..... i went all big and airy and really big. I was told that i left a godd impression on that song! And i am happy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; The thing that really made me happy&lt;/span&gt; was how professional and how laid back the judges were. They listened intently and smiled to me and give good praises and you know they were sincere cause you can feel it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;100% no fakeness&lt;/span&gt;. They thanked me profusely and i did too and their vibe were really nice! (Which judges thanks profusely? and these are big-wigs i am talking about)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, even though i didnt get it, i will be fine!&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Cause having to be hand picked and given the chance to just perform, are Beyond Words!&lt;/span&gt; Think celebrities just by getting Nominated for Grammy, it was indeed an honour!Unlike some competition i joined with no darn respect given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All for Love Yo!,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  HMm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-7495068794285526921?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/7495068794285526921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-as-happie-can-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/7495068794285526921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/7495068794285526921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-as-happie-can-be.html' title='Happy as Happie Can Be!'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/So6OJp4U6GI/AAAAAAAAAC0/9xe0kQu1IYU/s72-c/HappyCat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-5459178861084517147</id><published>2009-08-18T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T09:27:22.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilt Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/SorWTSFyvDI/AAAAAAAAACs/eS68FEnk7ug/s1600-h/art-sd_guilt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371341132354731058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/SorWTSFyvDI/AAAAAAAAACs/eS68FEnk7ug/s320/art-sd_guilt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Human beings are fallible creature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am guilty for what i have done to myself. At least for the past two months. I have accepted logically that i am guilty of feeding my ego and boy it has made me suffered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt such a snob. Disgusting, really. My mind has not been healthy. You see for the past two months i have been looking for jobs that only for my standard, i would look for my standard only and nothing less. And i t adamantly think i am the best and a job considering low is nothing i should touch. Now, i feel embarrassed. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So shameful, i cant face myself in the mirror&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met one of my relatives and we spoke for a long time. She has made me realized a whole lot of things that opens me up to the world of what should be and what should not be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This meaning, mixing a want, desire and a need into one but we tend to forget the reality of things. It's like banging your head on the wall. The head represents your thoughts and your wishes and the wall, the reality. Ever thought of that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt inferior but i also do so cause i want o make someone happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The mistake - Feeding my ego. No matter where and what you work as, you are bound to be made fun off. The CEOs and CFOs of today are not what they are if not for mopping the floor of the kithen back then or wiping tables and cleaning up after others after they have finished their meals or even wiping and cleaning and bowing to others to clean shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A part of my ego is also insecurities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as what if i dont make enough for this little part-time job i have? or the money is not enough for me to buy the things i want. People tend to think of 'Wants' rather than 'Needs"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a tough world out there. Grab whatever you can, Be nice and Kind but be Firm and also never miss out on opportunities that can help you grow! -Which means, everything in this world, no matter how small and demeaning someone thought it might be, it is a learning experience for the betterment and to make you something in the future, to feed yourself and pay the bills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best Regards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hanz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-5459178861084517147?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/5459178861084517147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/08/guilt-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/5459178861084517147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/5459178861084517147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/08/guilt-trip.html' title='Guilt Trip'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/SorWTSFyvDI/AAAAAAAAACs/eS68FEnk7ug/s72-c/art-sd_guilt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-6732206967634456970</id><published>2009-08-17T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T06:38:12.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sale of Brassierre at The Atrium.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/Solbp-JIKLI/AAAAAAAAACk/mGwHecupFM4/s1600-h/bra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/Solbp-JIKLI/AAAAAAAAACk/mGwHecupFM4/s320/bra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370924807230073010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Whitesands Mall in Pasir Ris after my interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one thing, i am now aware of the things around me unlike my oblivious years i had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the first thing i spotted and make me jolt is the atrium where they sell bras openly. I mean.... dont women are particular to choose the right and comfortable ones and would need to try them over their dress and risk the whole mall seeing and guesing their sizes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I mean, i am open minded but i cant believe a country with so many fines has not any say in this. Especially when it comes to womens dignity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My mind keep saying ''Wow''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Hanz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click ''With A Plate'' to comment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-6732206967634456970?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/6732206967634456970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/08/sale-of-brassierre-at-atrium.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/6732206967634456970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/6732206967634456970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/08/sale-of-brassierre-at-atrium.html' title='Sale of Brassierre at The Atrium.'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/Solbp-JIKLI/AAAAAAAAACk/mGwHecupFM4/s72-c/bra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-3596431278668814814</id><published>2009-08-15T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T23:38:38.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clearinng My Head</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/SoeozX12GtI/AAAAAAAAACc/VBjs-WHnMRM/s1600-h/on-empty.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/SoeozX12GtI/AAAAAAAAACc/VBjs-WHnMRM/s320/on-empty.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370446681189259986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Let's talk about your inner voice. The One that talks to you 24/7. The one that take the role of your body language and your voice. The one that rectify and analyze things or even insult while your face is smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Have you got this feeling inside that you have the answer and solutions to things but you just not portraying it or doing it because of fear and risk and even laziness? Which one do you conquer first? The laziness? or the fear? or the Risk? what can we understand from this jumble up feeling and voice that tells you something but it does not channel them for you to take action? i have no idea. Do you have more than one voice inside your head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I think it could be of no love for the thing you are suppose to do. That is why we procrastinate and let things put on hold. But one might debate that it is not that there is no love for it. It might be a psychological war happening inside your head that fuse your inner voice and feelings and thoughts together and give way to hesitant and repulsion. So, who could be blame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So i come to no conclusion. On how to go about clearing my head. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you any way to clearing your head? Tell Me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-3596431278668814814?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/3596431278668814814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/08/clearinng-my-head.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/3596431278668814814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/3596431278668814814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/08/clearinng-my-head.html' title='Clearinng My Head'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/SoeozX12GtI/AAAAAAAAACc/VBjs-WHnMRM/s72-c/on-empty.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-4008632824961288271</id><published>2009-08-13T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T07:54:10.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are Seeng It Wrongly!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/SoQo9wIicmI/AAAAAAAAACU/Z4lPa0tCXDo/s1600-h/anorexiacartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/SoQo9wIicmI/AAAAAAAAACU/Z4lPa0tCXDo/s320/anorexiacartoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369461697090318946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/SoQo0XjpfXI/AAAAAAAAACM/BZrvTxn4Bwk/s1600-h/bulimia-anorexia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/SoQo0XjpfXI/AAAAAAAAACM/BZrvTxn4Bwk/s320/bulimia-anorexia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369461535874317682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good self reflection earlier today. By Just looking at the food of my breakfast. I felt not proportioned on the physical aspect so i thought i would skip lunch but then i see, Why make yourself suffer while you can actually Enjoy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People i know would say ''I feel fat today therefore,i am not eating'' So when i realized all these nonsense and self-mutilation i came to see that we have to change our mentality from ''I dont want to be fat but i want to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;skinny&lt;/span&gt;!'' to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ''I want to be healthy!''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess in this times people see slender and slim body a great attraction than rather someone seeing others as slim and slender body to anorexia or having mental disorder. Get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, before you look at that 'Bar Chow' mee (however you spell it) or Laksa and say ''EEE! so fattening, one! i dont want to eat'' why wouldnt you just say ''I need to be healthy''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please dont be confused with indulgence though. You may have your laksa and whatever is not that healthy still, but not always! It would called as 'Free and Easy Day' or 'Cheat Day'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My point is, People need to see the need to be Healthy and not Skinny!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you are healthy your body figure reflects it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-4008632824961288271?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/4008632824961288271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-are-seeng-it-wrongly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/4008632824961288271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/4008632824961288271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-are-seeng-it-wrongly.html' title='We are Seeng It Wrongly!'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/SoQo9wIicmI/AAAAAAAAACU/Z4lPa0tCXDo/s72-c/anorexiacartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-9059592280621950520</id><published>2009-08-09T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T20:43:25.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/Sn-XOoA-dmI/AAAAAAAAACE/KrlZJTIB4T8/s1600-h/Doriangray_1945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 207px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/Sn-XOoA-dmI/AAAAAAAAACE/KrlZJTIB4T8/s320/Doriangray_1945.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368175558364395106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a week! My emotional statistic went uphill and downhill within seconds at so many times. But it has been a great life experience to support my mentality towards life in the sense of Past, Present and Future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played many roles as a Mother Hen, Broken Shattered Glass to a Nervous shipwreck and portraying what i am capable of i.e my unknown secret talent to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most disturbing, i felt like an accidental Dorian Gray. Have you ever read 'The Picture Of Dorian Gray' by Oscar Wilde.  Just a gist, Dorian Gray saw his own Portrait and was bewitched and offered his soul so he could be eternally youthful and the only thing that aged is his portrait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could relate to that seemingly somehow in a sense that i substitute Dorian's obsession with beauty &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to something else&lt;/span&gt; and the only thing that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ages are my memories&lt;/span&gt;. And about my soul and who or what i sold it to, it is of only&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; personal account of mine&lt;/span&gt;, to put it vaguely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i solved my roles in the end? Most of em, yes. and I am glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Faithfulness! I must analyze it some day. The passion for property is in it. There are many things that we would throw away if we were not afraid that others might pick them up.&lt;/i&gt; - From the Popular Classic, Dorian Gray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Best Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Hanz Med&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-9059592280621950520?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/9059592280621950520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/08/scary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/9059592280621950520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/9059592280621950520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/08/scary.html' title='Scary!'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/Sn-XOoA-dmI/AAAAAAAAACE/KrlZJTIB4T8/s72-c/Doriangray_1945.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-6369439111843105301</id><published>2009-08-04T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T05:27:14.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking My Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/SngegGovCKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/QZJ7lN2lRYo/s1600-h/tattoo-dove-done.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/SngegGovCKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/QZJ7lN2lRYo/s320/tattoo-dove-done.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366072492898060450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt cursed being in the world of the damned that we are living in? Is this world Damned? Or is it Just Me? See, once i had the things i want and get what i  want for the pleasure of life leisure. Then i tripped over a rock and it was evident that someone placed the rock there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now paralyzed by them who done me wrong. My aunt said i am cursed and now i am on a hunt to doing good things for people and give all i can to remove this curse(trust me, i wa never a bad person). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do good men really finish last?&lt;/span&gt; How melodramatic you might think? Yes, a part of me does not believe in it but another part of me does. I need to put back life on track and after this blog, i will smile and smile all the way through and bring back the life i once had, one step at a time. My saving grace now are my pen, paper, thoughts and the produce of potential music in the future.  I shall regain consciousness to grasp the things i need to. I will and i Will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, i am quite known in the underground for some reason because of the people who made tales about me while in the real truth, i am working for my self for the passion i believe in. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We all need to Educate ourselves&lt;/span&gt; in what is real and what is not. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's always two sides to a coin.&lt;/span&gt; We Live and Learn and appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in simplicity have make me realized how big the world is. It could be a blessing besides this 'curse' i have been bestowed upon. I Shall not Die. We Shall not Die. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miscommunications and Misunderstandings are two roots we should think about considering if we make a Judgment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Meaning to judge is supposed to be left in your head, analyzed and ask questions but NOT TO LIVE SOMEONE'S LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am affected for what you made me now but i'm not dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bless You All!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanz Moniefiero Medina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s: Click on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;'With A Plate'&lt;/span&gt; to comment!&lt;br /&gt;                       and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;'In The Light'&lt;/span&gt; to check previous archives&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-6369439111843105301?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/6369439111843105301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/08/breaking-my-silence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/6369439111843105301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/6369439111843105301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/08/breaking-my-silence.html' title='Breaking My Silence'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/SngegGovCKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/QZJ7lN2lRYo/s72-c/tattoo-dove-done.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-3429966002027572627</id><published>2009-08-02T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T04:45:56.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Juicy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/SngfYelzOdI/AAAAAAAAAB8/dNNVfN1aDwY/s1600-h/sylvia+and+Hanz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/SngfYelzOdI/AAAAAAAAAB8/dNNVfN1aDwY/s320/sylvia+and+Hanz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366073461400877522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/SnVgL9O4VmI/AAAAAAAAABs/CpKs5HjTi18/s1600-h/supperclub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/SnVgL9O4VmI/AAAAAAAAABs/CpKs5HjTi18/s320/supperclub.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365300289613616738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night was not one of my greatest night for sure until i stepped in the magical place of Supperclub! In Full Snow White outfit (not referring to Snow White)for the white party! Loads of hawt people there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was warmly greeted by the many talented 'microphones' like Francis, Tabitha, Sylvia, Jon, Gabriele Cheok, Gabrielle Ferdinand, Farhan, Reese Hooda, Sezairi, Ryan, Dinesh and MJ (nice of you to invite me to your queue, thanks!). Partay started with the fabulous Francis bringing the roof down then come Rage Sylvia and the Rhythmic Reese and the rest kept coming pumping it on the floor. It was really spectacular. If it was Hollywood, the club would be a Paparazzi Event! Noorie and friend Jeremy and Siva came afterwards and we had a ball of a time! While some hopped to Zouk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Juicy Part was...... since this is not Hollywood and i am no Perezhilton or Paparazzi, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what happened in Supperclub stays in Supperclub!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I'm Sure You Know what i mean! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Till Next time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                 Thank You Microphones for the amazing time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s: Comment by clicking ''With A Plate''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warmest Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hanz M.M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-3429966002027572627?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/3429966002027572627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/08/juicy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/3429966002027572627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/3429966002027572627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/08/juicy.html' title='Juicy!'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/SngfYelzOdI/AAAAAAAAAB8/dNNVfN1aDwY/s72-c/sylvia+and+Hanz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-8280562245405325</id><published>2009-07-31T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T02:04:23.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love This Song! - Cold Play: Strawberry Swing</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i6H1UILaKgo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i6H1UILaKgo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love This Video! It's Soo Creative! Love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-8280562245405325?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/8280562245405325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love-this-song-cold-play-strawberry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/8280562245405325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/8280562245405325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love-this-song-cold-play-strawberry.html' title='I Love This Song! - Cold Play: Strawberry Swing'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-4242548869847162649</id><published>2009-07-31T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T04:22:24.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lighter Side of Life: Sing Dollar!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/SnLMoeyDNSI/AAAAAAAAABk/v-ua47Hz50E/s1600-h/sing+dollar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/SnLMoeyDNSI/AAAAAAAAABk/v-ua47Hz50E/s320/sing+dollar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364575101981504802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I always thought Singapore is a little bit of the mundane, busy bee and all that. Well, is not it true? Coming from where i was, believe me, it's totally different. So i watched this musical and boy i had a good laugh. I never laughed so loud in any theater or cinema before. Go Google or Sistic them and get your tickets if there's any more of em. The props are amazingly nice the jokes are funny and lots of impromptu, change of scripts lines here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The comedy musical touched on the what people would do and how crazy people can go if:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The recession hits&lt;br /&gt;2) Michael Jackson dies (or any big names passed on for that matter)&lt;br /&gt;3) Touches on the seven deadly sins&lt;br /&gt;4) Love&lt;br /&gt;5) Different life and culture in Geylang ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                           &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two-Thumbs up -Lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Also,  it reminds me of one time my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;late&lt;/span&gt; grandpa dragging me to this supposed cartoon character play back then when i was a child. The thing was, he kind of misread the play sypnosis and thought it was for children but No................... it was for adults and there were full of sexual innuendos and groping and touching involved. Bless Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warmest Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   HanzMoniefieroMedina :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-4242548869847162649?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/4242548869847162649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/07/lighter-side-of-life-sing-dollar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/4242548869847162649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/4242548869847162649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/07/lighter-side-of-life-sing-dollar.html' title='Lighter Side of Life: Sing Dollar!!!'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/SnLMoeyDNSI/AAAAAAAAABk/v-ua47Hz50E/s72-c/sing+dollar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-4294477737430496089</id><published>2009-07-28T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T12:04:08.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever wondered?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/Sm9LmUC3GdI/AAAAAAAAABc/2IVuF-Qi8DM/s1600-h/Edward_del_Rosario_Sitting_in_Modern_Chair_Beating_off_in_a_corner_20_548_42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 312px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/Sm9LmUC3GdI/AAAAAAAAABc/2IVuF-Qi8DM/s320/Edward_del_Rosario_Sitting_in_Modern_Chair_Beating_off_in_a_corner_20_548_42.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363588802809371090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this individual that is open to life and it's problems and happiness. So, he told me of how once he suffered cancer and fought it and survived.  The thing is, he does not look a bit sick. He is so chatty and full of life. Also, his family problem is huge but he stands on the ground, grounded and live life and wakes up still living and continue his work and thriving to wake up the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered the people on the bus or train or the cab driver driving you somewhere, behind that face and clothes, there's something deep within them screaming to go out or ready to burst in plethora of colours? Have you ever notice behind that girl listening to music, and if you are listening to her music that the music, could be a reflection of self thought and a background rhythm thumping to in relation to her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you wondered? What's yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warmest Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Hanz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-4294477737430496089?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/4294477737430496089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/07/have-you-ever-wondered.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/4294477737430496089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/4294477737430496089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/07/have-you-ever-wondered.html' title='Have you ever wondered?'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/Sm9LmUC3GdI/AAAAAAAAABc/2IVuF-Qi8DM/s72-c/Edward_del_Rosario_Sitting_in_Modern_Chair_Beating_off_in_a_corner_20_548_42.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-3477396012406941398</id><published>2009-07-27T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T02:33:30.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/Sm10X3e_iMI/AAAAAAAAABM/KLNhJW_MQ0s/s1600-h/shadow_wall_exam_room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/Sm10X3e_iMI/AAAAAAAAABM/KLNhJW_MQ0s/s320/shadow_wall_exam_room.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363070684647884994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When i set my eyes on one thing that would be seen as neutral and as a survival strategy i look at Humans like us. But not you. You are half beast and half human. You rapture souls of the innocents and destroys laughter and inhibits hate beyond the levels of dignity and self fortitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am i?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-3477396012406941398?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/3477396012406941398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-am-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/3477396012406941398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/3477396012406941398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-am-i.html' title='What Am I?'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/Sm10X3e_iMI/AAAAAAAAABM/KLNhJW_MQ0s/s72-c/shadow_wall_exam_room.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-3930016365642967690</id><published>2009-07-26T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T23:57:15.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast em Speakers Up!!!!</title><content type='html'>Artiste: Medina&lt;br /&gt;Song    : You &amp;amp; I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                            .Came across this song that share something similar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zzXFppZCDSg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zzXFppZCDSg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-3930016365642967690?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/3930016365642967690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/07/blast-em-speakers-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/3930016365642967690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/3930016365642967690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/07/blast-em-speakers-up.html' title='Blast em Speakers Up!!!!'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-1088511286164293243</id><published>2009-07-25T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T21:36:01.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stoic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/SmvdJqttbjI/AAAAAAAAABE/QWMUuosEhhM/s1600-h/stoic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/SmvdJqttbjI/AAAAAAAAABE/QWMUuosEhhM/s320/stoic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362622939469278770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew a boy who was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;frozen&lt;/span&gt; in time. He was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oblivious&lt;/span&gt; to the world around his surroundings and left unanswered by the mighty almighty he once believed in. Then again, he still believe partially about the religion he was/is in. Complicated? The boy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So his life now is just one try-outs after try-outs to see things clearly but left in the doldrums and dumps of an unimaginable couture of colours and perspective that just wont work for other  people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt that feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would retold the story as if the film has never been cut from his memories and keep on reeling the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he carries this facade of unimaginable beauty to the world to make others better so that he can feel better. He remains &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stoic&lt;/span&gt;  to the world of death and violence and attacks of many kinds and conjure the sirit to bring himself out of the mess someone created for him. Is it his fault? i doubt so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will never be a stepping stone for others cause he stands upright on his own, if you realize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What say you? How would you help this boy who doesn't show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warmest Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hanz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-1088511286164293243?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/1088511286164293243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/07/stoic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/1088511286164293243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/1088511286164293243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/07/stoic.html' title='Stoic'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/SmvdJqttbjI/AAAAAAAAABE/QWMUuosEhhM/s72-c/stoic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-5543941317486705860</id><published>2009-07-24T09:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T10:03:25.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>''I''</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/SmnpTnGjFRI/AAAAAAAAAAs/a2GiuaBDr2w/s1600-h/Me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/SmnpTnGjFRI/AAAAAAAAAAs/a2GiuaBDr2w/s320/Me.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362073354484520210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you usually refer to as ''I''  is not who you are, if you think about it. By the act of reductionism, the infinite depth of who we are is confused with a sound produced by the vocal cords or the thought of ''I'' in your mind and whatever the ''I'' &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;has identified with - Material self.&lt;/span&gt; So what do the usual ''I an the related ''Me'', ''My'' or ''Mine'' refers to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; They are ultimately no more than thoughts held together precariously by the fact that they are all invested with a sense of self of materialism. To be more Precise: Most of the time it is not You who speak when you say or think ''I'' but some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aspect of mental construct,&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Egoic self&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Once you awaken, you still use the word ''I'' but it will come from a much deeper self inside you. That is if you want to know who you are. Strip yourself naked and breathe and ask yourself ''Who the heck am I?'' and when you know who you are you will be at ease and doing the right things and meet right people to breathe a cleaner air and to live well with own self-righteous spiritual being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i dont think i have found much of myself - yet.                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                             &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warmest Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hanz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-5543941317486705860?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/5543941317486705860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/07/i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/5543941317486705860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/5543941317486705860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/07/i.html' title='&apos;&apos;I&apos;&apos;'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/SmnpTnGjFRI/AAAAAAAAAAs/a2GiuaBDr2w/s72-c/Me.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-1730867691649197554</id><published>2009-07-22T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T20:47:09.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A cup of Coffee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/SmfdJjHlW-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/RJOuNDQICEw/s1600-h/coffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/SmfdJjHlW-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/RJOuNDQICEw/s320/coffee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361497037523475426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Remember when you ate that weird thing and i made coffee for you after that?  And you said it tasted too bitter? I just added one cube of sugar. I lied that i put three and let you think you lost your taste bud. It was a successful lie and you know i cant lie for nuts. I sipped it and pretended it was too sweet. But it was sweet for me. That was really funny. I just wanted to know how white lie works and i analyzed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After analyzing, a white lie would cause only relatively minor discord if it were uncovered, and typically offers some benefit to the hearer. White lies are often used to avoid offense, such as complimenting something one finds unattractive. In this case, the lie is told to avoid the harmful realistic implications of the truth. As a concept, it is largely defined by local custom and cannot be clearly separated from other lies with any authority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But i realized something amidst all this joke i put on you. I gained Trust from you. I told you before i am a specific individual and i noticed this. Trust. People would overlook this  analyzation by analyzing the processes and the outcome of white lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But i study the subject. I studied you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am happy of the result. You Trust me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes the little things in the corner are the white elephant that needs to be addressed to a better Relationship of many kinds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ik Houd Van u&lt;/span&gt; (;D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So readers, what have you missed in the people you love? Any points you are not getting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please watch your sugar intake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bet regards and Love to you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Hanz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-1730867691649197554?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/1730867691649197554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/07/cup-of-coffee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/1730867691649197554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/1730867691649197554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/07/cup-of-coffee.html' title='A cup of Coffee.'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/SmfdJjHlW-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/RJOuNDQICEw/s72-c/coffee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-1077826800558360300</id><published>2009-07-22T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T00:47:20.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Discovered</title><content type='html'>It has been a good 7 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked for 5 month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Boracay for a holiday.(amazing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got retrenched.(thank god!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joined Sin****** *do*(regretfully)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got ousted in in top 76 (it's a major achievement cause there were loads of powerhouse singers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Universal Studios audition for singers but had to end up dancing and boy it was tough! Just ask Noorie and Louis. Choreograophy aint my thing. Noorie got offered contract for herself (Congrats!) Louis re-start his high-paying job and i got rejected after the last round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not looking for pity. Of all these times that rejection came to me, i Discover things that i should improve on. Like before i left from the Universal studios audition, one of the judging professionals came up to me and said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;''Get your ass to dance class! You have amazing voice and look and come back next year! Dont be defeated, we want to see you next year!'' &lt;/strong&gt;I am holding on to this Universal guy words.  I have never been to any professional auditions before, If you know what i mean (Lol!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i Discovered i can improve in some areas like dancing, so, i need to dance more. (Clubbing!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered i can sing, so, that is set but more practice is always good. (esp for my confidence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i Discovered there are fakeness around the world,so, i learn to ignore the lies. (you Know what happened)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered i gain more support everyday,so, i learn to be thankful. (I Appreciate You))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i Discovered things i can and should improve. Isnt rejection a blessing in Disguise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have you learnt about yourself for these past 7 months?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best regards &amp;amp; God Bless,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;          Hanz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-1077826800558360300?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/1077826800558360300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/07/discovered.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/1077826800558360300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/1077826800558360300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/07/discovered.html' title='Discovered'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-3007488228564417955</id><published>2009-07-19T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T21:18:30.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Thank You, My Top 100</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/SmqHJFC5D9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/XDx0OMPQY9s/s1600-h/IMAGE_563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362246896380874706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/SmqHJFC5D9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/XDx0OMPQY9s/s320/IMAGE_563.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/SmqHBPTZZzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/YqXocigiaQU/s1600-h/IMAGE_564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362246761695504178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/SmqHBPTZZzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/YqXocigiaQU/s320/IMAGE_564.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been brought together to not just compete but to appreciate one another. The diversity and individuality that everyone of you have is awe-inspiring. I could not ask more. Watching Eddie &amp;amp; Syltra made me realise that music, really puts people together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings back to the memory of our beloved late Michael Jackson (Bless Him). What he tried to do to put the world together, was beyond words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes what we do, we are blinded. Sometimes when we are gifted, we misused our talents but one thing really is, is to just Appreciate, Be Aware, MakePeace, Give And Give Thanks and love and educate ourselves to understand each other no matter how *different we are. This means Racially, Sexually,Mentally. Your voices and songs trancends that. So look inside where there is kindness and Love. Bring in the positivity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I Thank you all my top new 100 friends. 98, actually, excluding Justin (cause i know him way back) and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Very Much&lt;br /&gt;*I Bow down to you*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanz &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-3007488228564417955?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/3007488228564417955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-thank-you-my-top-100.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/3007488228564417955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/3007488228564417955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-thank-you-my-top-100.html' title='I Thank You, My Top 100'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/SmqHJFC5D9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/XDx0OMPQY9s/s72-c/IMAGE_563.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-658326221962046173</id><published>2009-07-17T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T01:06:36.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck You Very Much - Words of Lily Allen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Maybe we should listen to this song and realize Harbouring Hatred is very Distasteful. Youtube/Google the song!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click this link-&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; http://www.last.fm/music/Lily+Allen/+videos/+1-4-XsQBw0LFI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look inside, look inside your tiny mind&lt;br /&gt;Then look a bit harder&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we're so uninspired, so sick and tired&lt;br /&gt;Of all the hatred you harbor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you say it's not okay to be gay&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think you're just evil&lt;br /&gt;You're just some racist who can't tie my laces&lt;br /&gt;Your point of view is medieval&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, fuck you very, very much&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we hate what you do&lt;br /&gt;And we hate your whole crew&lt;br /&gt;So please don't stay in touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, fuck you very, very much&lt;br /&gt;'Cause your words don't translate&lt;br /&gt;And it's getting quite late&lt;br /&gt;So please don't stay in touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get, do you get a little kick&lt;br /&gt;Out of being small minded?&lt;br /&gt;You want to be like your father&lt;br /&gt;It's approval you're after&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's not how you find it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you, do you really enjoy&lt;br /&gt;Living a life that's so hateful?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there's a hole where your soul should be&lt;br /&gt;You're losing control a bit&lt;br /&gt;And it's really distasteful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, fuck you very, very much&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we hate what you do&lt;br /&gt;And we hate your whole crew&lt;br /&gt;So please don't stay in touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, fuck you very, very much&lt;br /&gt;'Cause your words don't translate&lt;br /&gt;And it's getting quite late&lt;br /&gt;So please don't stay in touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you think we need to go to war&lt;br /&gt;Well, you're already in one&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's people like you that need to get slew&lt;br /&gt;No one wants your opinion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, fuck you very, very much&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we hate what you do&lt;br /&gt;And we hate your whole crew&lt;br /&gt;So please don't stay in touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, fuck you very, very much&lt;br /&gt;'Cause your words don't translate&lt;br /&gt;And it's getting quite late&lt;br /&gt;So please don't stay in touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q1P4_YCFtkQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q1P4_YCFtkQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-658326221962046173?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/658326221962046173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/07/fuck-you-very-much-words-of-lily-allen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/658326221962046173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/658326221962046173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/07/fuck-you-very-much-words-of-lily-allen.html' title='Fuck You Very Much - Words of Lily Allen'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-3784556854716761291</id><published>2009-07-17T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T20:36:48.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Long Read</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/SmFCky5D0iI/AAAAAAAAAAc/nlFVT2ORoKE/s1600-h/Hanz+Fashion+01.07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/SmFCky5D0iI/AAAAAAAAAAc/nlFVT2ORoKE/s320/Hanz+Fashion+01.07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359638231451423266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like blogging something long. Something you can read and replicate my feelings. Of all this times i wondered in this world i realized that I am not a cake person. But i do like a particular cake, cheese cake. It has to be rich in taste and be very creamy. Or else, the rest of the bite is just the sake of eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like an ice cream cake. I appear presentable at first sight but disappear after, melting into a river of cream where no longer people might want to taste and left for rags to wipe and ants to lick. Then, i will be left for the gutters to suck me in or in a back bag among other refuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to be positive. Especially when you are me. But i am in training. I dont live for pity or self-pity. I rather die in hunger. Arrogant you might say. No. it is just scary the world is now. It's more than a rat race. You might want to ask for help but the unknown barriers will actually knock you down and drag you into this bottomless pit of ''I owe you big time'' and ''Yes, you owe big time with a little extra *wink wink*'' have you ever felt that way? What i vaguely explained is rather about me and life i have to put up with. Sometimes i think all i needed is a darn effin chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I too feel life as a sole bachelor with confusing mix of love, lights and action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To conclude what i just say, i dont really know what i just said. It's is my sub-conscious typing. It's time for me to re-read and analyze what i'm talking about and notice what i am doing wrong or right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You should try. Just type with one single word and continue typing till you came to apoint of realization and then Stop.Read.Stare at the wall. Think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warmest Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Hanz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-3784556854716761291?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/3784556854716761291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/07/long-read.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/3784556854716761291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/3784556854716761291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/07/long-read.html' title='A Long Read'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/SmFCky5D0iI/AAAAAAAAAAc/nlFVT2ORoKE/s72-c/Hanz+Fashion+01.07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-4233653519067149255</id><published>2009-07-17T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T10:12:06.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Project!</title><content type='html'>Me writing two songs for a friend. Something out of my genre but trying to slip my style in it.&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be an electronic sound mix with jazzy tunes. Cant wait for the recording.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-4233653519067149255?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/4233653519067149255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-project.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/4233653519067149255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/4233653519067149255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-project.html' title='New Project!'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-6690642032760920179</id><published>2009-07-16T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T18:47:38.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Say You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/Sl_YLQlwrWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YRfCu8t3IKY/s1600-h/smoking+cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/Sl_YLQlwrWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YRfCu8t3IKY/s320/smoking+cat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359239769537686882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-6690642032760920179?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/6690642032760920179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-say-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/6690642032760920179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/6690642032760920179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-say-you.html' title='What Say You?'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gf5rFxRk7GQ/Sl_YLQlwrWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YRfCu8t3IKY/s72-c/smoking+cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-6541605966943136084</id><published>2009-07-16T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T18:10:50.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disturbing</title><content type='html'>I met up with some of the hopefuls last night and how it was a good group therapy.&lt;br /&gt;We are all victims. We are Infamous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-6541605966943136084?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/6541605966943136084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/07/disturbing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/6541605966943136084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/6541605966943136084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/07/disturbing.html' title='Disturbing'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-7049722617122745462</id><published>2009-07-14T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T18:41:37.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Invitation</title><content type='html'>Hallo!,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I woke up and get straight to the laptop to check my email and.... I got the shock of my life. I am invited to perform 2 songs in......ATLANTA! like.......'Huh?!' it was an official letter invitation with the poster.  The funny thing is that it's a Gospel Fest! LOL! Lol! As much as i am a little depressed, this one is a good start to my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I have a project to complete.  I have to finish writing two songs and sing in them! My friend, Essaivee, have given me the honours. This is not my likely genre of songs but i'm going to sing in a DANCE MUSIC! The Beats and tunes for the two songs will rock your socks off! Once complete, i'll post it here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-7049722617122745462?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/7049722617122745462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/07/invitation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/7049722617122745462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/7049722617122745462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/07/invitation.html' title='Invitation'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-611375325012913787</id><published>2009-07-13T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T21:44:27.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I should Have known better</title><content type='html'>As Much as i feel i lost my rhythm&lt;br /&gt;i am glad i'm out of this fakeness the thing call media&lt;br /&gt;cause i would not TRADE MY DIGNITY TO UTTER CRAP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-611375325012913787?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/611375325012913787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-should-have-known-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/611375325012913787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/611375325012913787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-should-have-known-better.html' title='I should Have known better'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235257925120535983.post-6523967021198513464</id><published>2009-07-13T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T21:37:16.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>Thank You Emm and Sean for setting up My blog. I simply Love it! It's Hot. -Hugs-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235257925120535983-6523967021198513464?l=hanzmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/6523967021198513464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/07/thank-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/6523967021198513464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235257925120535983/posts/default/6523967021198513464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanzmedina.blogspot.com/2009/07/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>Hanz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16276759326483386803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
