<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633645885855504518</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 20 Dec 2009 19:00:11 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>The Smokin' Rabbit Hole</title><description></description><link>http://thesmokinrabbithole.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (rdd)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633645885855504518.post-3245775784395056793</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Dec 2008 02:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-01T00:07:38.786+04:00</atom:updated><title>+~A change a comin', A cold wind a blowin'</title><atom:summary type='text'>I'm coming home this Christmas to spend 10 days with my family and when I return, this blog will go in a different direction, the way I really  want it to be.On a darker note, can't remember the last time I had a hangover, seems ages ago and I'm not even sure if I really have one or my head is hurting because of this inflatable pillow my friend let me used last night. That tika puka puka I drank </atom:summary><link>http://thesmokinrabbithole.blogspot.com/2008/12/change-comin-cold-wind-blowin.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rdd)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633645885855504518.post-1488607776370154393</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Dec 2008 14:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-01T00:11:07.379+04:00</atom:updated><title>+~Stop this girly thoughts and make yourself a manly pina colada</title><atom:summary type='text'>Life can get boring sometimes and when it does I tend to get depress and sad and do weird things like stare on things until they get weird and strange to me. Like today, I put on two windbreakers and rode my bike at the edge of a street overlooking the highway, stared at all the cars passing by until all those cars blended their colors and became one streak of different colors like a rainbow and </atom:summary><link>http://thesmokinrabbithole.blogspot.com/2008/12/stop-this-girly-thoughts-and-make.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rdd)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633645885855504518.post-8295905737030903878</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Nov 2008 18:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-01T00:13:54.529+04:00</atom:updated><title>+~A twist in every turn is possibly a straight line afterall</title><atom:summary type='text'>Today my electric shaver stopped working. I tried to fix it by disassembling  all it's tiny pieces until I got bored and could not put them back together again and it's missing some tiny gears the size of atomic dust particles -so it's now totally fucked and useless.I possibly sniffed some of them.Don't know why I'm so useless and unable to fix things and I don't like this growing mustachio at </atom:summary><link>http://thesmokinrabbithole.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rdd)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633645885855504518.post-2599973671576102501</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 06:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-04T06:03:37.335+04:00</atom:updated><title>+~Don't be sad, everyday is a halloween if you really want to</title><atom:summary type='text'>Here's a little confession, It's been years since I seen The Ring The Movie and up until now Im still haunted by that scene where the lady brushes her long black hair in front of the mirror.It's not having any sense at all but everytime I remember that, I have to watch a cartoon movie or any movie with talking animals in it to stop my imagination from killing me. At one time, I had to sing a </atom:summary><link>http://thesmokinrabbithole.blogspot.com/2008/11/dont-be-sad-everyday-is-halloween-if.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rdd)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633645885855504518.post-448007375349799892</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 Oct 2008 05:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-11T10:07:03.350+04:00</atom:updated><title>+~It's your ugliness that makes this world too diverse</title><atom:summary type='text'>A question I've been willing to ask: In any movie, when a couple had sex in bed, how could they just sleep right away without even bothering to get up and wash? Is this an American thing or am I just too freaking uncomfortable about the idea of my dick glued to the bed sheet all night?</atom:summary><link>http://thesmokinrabbithole.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-your-ugliness-that-makes-this-world.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rdd)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633645885855504518.post-3459093656521346789</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Sep 2008 20:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-22T01:31:09.101+04:00</atom:updated><title>~+Today's weather is clear and sunny with occasional drops of Melamine</title><atom:summary type='text'>Humility. It's such a big word but for some unclear reasons I can't seem to find it now a days. Specially at the office where I think it is best to apply more. Is it stuck in the lobby waiting impatiently to catch that elevator that almost always never come? Our office building is known to have the worse elevator service in the Middle East and if I'm in Humility's shoes I will probably call it a </atom:summary><link>http://thesmokinrabbithole.blogspot.com/2008/09/todays-weather-is-clear-and-sunny-with.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rdd)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633645885855504518.post-6835888981846384943</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Sep 2008 19:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-02T22:31:36.360+04:00</atom:updated><title>+~Baby be a darling and toss me that asparagus thank you</title><atom:summary type='text'>Today, I made a breakthrough.A month ago, I decided to become a vegetarian, a foolish idea that's been playing on my mind since the start of the year but got delayed because of too many reasons like birthdays at steakhouses, lunchouts, unavailability of veggie sausages in supermarkets, hesitations, lack of motivations, plain laziness, etc, etc.. But I guess the main reason it took me until August</atom:summary><link>http://thesmokinrabbithole.blogspot.com/2008/09/baby-be-darling-and-hand-me-that.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rdd)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633645885855504518.post-4795536559439384266</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Jul 2008 14:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-23T02:46:10.284+04:00</atom:updated><title>+~I go for mine, I got to shine, now throw your hands in the sky</title><atom:summary type='text'>I finally resigned from my job last week. I've been planning that for months now and I think this is just the right time to do it. This means that, I will lose my apartment in which I'm staying for 2 years, a transpo service to and from the office, phone allowance, phone, medical insurance, free air tickets once a year, one month paid vacation every year,laptop,appliances and furnitures,parking </atom:summary><link>http://thesmokinrabbithole.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-go-for-mine-i-got-to-shine-now-throw.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rdd)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633645885855504518.post-3335069688286945917</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Jun 2008 05:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-26T07:36:18.236+04:00</atom:updated><title>+~</title><atom:summary type='text'>GODDAMMIT I HATE THE SUMMER HERE</atom:summary><link>http://thesmokinrabbithole.blogspot.com/2008/06/sunshine-my-ass.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rdd)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633645885855504518.post-4319258462253189223</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Apr 2008 19:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-24T15:47:04.876+04:00</atom:updated><title>+~Like the selective memory of a goldfish, I winced the night away and aimed at the lever</title><atom:summary type='text'>Last night, I eaten a big, deep fried foreign fish that tasted like apple pie.But what are the chances that a certain fish will taste like apple pie?The answer is none.So after pondering this for a while, I now came to believe that what I eaten last night might be apple pie not a fish. Which is sensible and explains the apple pie-ish taste of the...fish.Food confuses me more than HTML codes.And I</atom:summary><link>http://thesmokinrabbithole.blogspot.com/2008/04/like-selective-memory-of-goldfish-i.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rdd)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633645885855504518.post-2223911365665535043</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Apr 2008 18:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-14T10:33:07.757+04:00</atom:updated><title>+~This  Quantum Entanglement Blues</title><atom:summary type='text'>Imagine you're in your kitchen one moment and in your office cubicle the next attending some mails and in no time back to your kitchen preparing lunch for your kids while having a dimsum party somewhere in Beijing.Imagine air and sea travels are just optionals. Land travel is for adventure-seekers. Wheels, obsolete.Imagine it.Let the thought linger for awhile. And then brace yourself to the fact </atom:summary><link>http://thesmokinrabbithole.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-quantum-entanglement-blues.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rdd)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633645885855504518.post-1676896184819002854</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Apr 2008 19:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-28T00:04:24.080+04:00</atom:updated><title>+~We will never reach that level of bliss for sure</title><atom:summary type='text'>Why is teleportation still not developed yet?Did someone fucked up again?Teleport should be here by now as promised!Why the fuck are we still using taxis and planes?</atom:summary><link>http://thesmokinrabbithole.blogspot.com/2008/04/we-will-never-reach-that-level-of-bliss.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rdd)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633645885855504518.post-6370604718527855400</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Mar 2008 20:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-01T00:23:14.810+04:00</atom:updated><title>+~You said it's just a momentary relapse. 21 months.</title><atom:summary type='text'>I kicked the TV last night.Which for days now keeps giving a dark red glow on its picture. A kind of glow you don't want to see when watching a dvd copy of The Planet Earth Series.And I don't like watching the Earth in red. It's the color of my stressball.So after a series of shaking and tapping without any effect, I resorted to kicking and cursing it. I called it names. Nasty names that was not </atom:summary><link>http://thesmokinrabbithole.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-said-its-just-momentary-relapse-21.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rdd)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633645885855504518.post-2294071564465107565</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Mar 2008 12:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-14T08:25:59.487+04:00</atom:updated><title>+~I can see you choking alright, but it's a 30 dollar salmon!</title><atom:summary type='text'>For no apparent reason I was trying to debunk the saying "Money makes the world go round" by replacing Money with Love. And for a moment there, it made a lot of sense and I felt happy.Until my credit card bills arrived.This is not the first time I thought of something or had an idea so beautiful and so inspiring, it could change my whole perspective in life until reality sets in and killed it.It </atom:summary><link>http://thesmokinrabbithole.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-can-see-you-choking-but-its-30-dollar.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rdd)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633645885855504518.post-3902411627177866913</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Feb 2008 19:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-19T21:37:42.719+04:00</atom:updated><title>+~These lines of lightning mean we're never alone, never alone</title><atom:summary type='text'>Nowadays, an extra plain rice is really just a plain rice.No more. No less.Whatever happened to free chicken soup in a tiny cup and those sweet hi's and hello's from the lady waiter, not as a cheap ploy to make you come back but as a show of pure appreciation for staying and trying out the day's special?Gone are those days.And we're overtipping.No, this is not about life's metaphor on man's </atom:summary><link>http://thesmokinrabbithole.blogspot.com/2008/02/these-lines-of-lightning-mean-were.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rdd)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633645885855504518.post-5836309880788272618</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Feb 2008 16:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-04T05:47:05.630+04:00</atom:updated><title>+~I fell into a winter slide and ended up the kind of kid who goes down chutes too narrow</title><atom:summary type='text'>Something cheered me up yesterday. It made me bouncy and light the whole day, I even skipped the elevator and used the stairs of the office building -seven freaking stories.Only to forgot IT -the next morning.Am I the dumbest?</atom:summary><link>http://thesmokinrabbithole.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-fell-into-winter-slide-and-ended-up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rdd)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633645885855504518.post-6080173299077661227</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Feb 2008 16:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-05T10:59:22.286+04:00</atom:updated><title>+~Today is such a fine day to get run over by a bus</title><atom:summary type='text'>I could kill for a pill that can lift up my mood right now because obviously this glass of Stolichnaya and these Korean DVD movie marathon just don't do any help at all. I know this combination will surely make any clown clownier (goodluck googling that) but it just isn't working for me now. Not tonight. In fact it hasn't been for the past few nights. And I feel like hell trying.Needless to say </atom:summary><link>http://thesmokinrabbithole.blogspot.com/2008/02/today-is-such-fine-day-to-be-run-over.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rdd)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633645885855504518.post-6058606151227045779</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Jan 2008 16:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-08T09:45:04.259+04:00</atom:updated><title>+~Hold on to yer hats, this can get very ugly!</title><atom:summary type='text'>A month without a post? I surprisingly realized that I still have a life besides masturbation and this freaking internet thingy.I'm still on vacation so don't expect much with this blog for a couple more days or weeks. But if February passed by without any new entry here, I'm probably dead by then from eating too much pork and Burger Machine here in Manila.Happy New Year to all and it's the Year </atom:summary><link>http://thesmokinrabbithole.blogspot.com/2008/01/hold-on-to-yer-hats-this-can-get-very.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rdd)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633645885855504518.post-6094626320888987</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Dec 2007 15:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-04T05:49:26.999+04:00</atom:updated><title>+~Tomorrow never knows what it doesn't know too soon</title><atom:summary type='text'>Today I have a strange super power. Everytime I stare at my phone, it's either I will receive a call at that very moment or a text message from someone. EVERYTIME.My worry is I may not be able to handle the responsibilities that comes along with this power. And I have a tendency to break like a bird sometimes.Should I make my own tight costume? Or should I mingle with mortals?The stress is just </atom:summary><link>http://thesmokinrabbithole.blogspot.com/2007/12/tomorrow-never-knows-what-it-doesnt.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rdd)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633645885855504518.post-2765345815162384231</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Nov 2007 01:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-11T09:48:37.514+04:00</atom:updated><title>+~You say you wanna move on, you say I'm falling behind, can you read my mind?</title><atom:summary type='text'>I wish I have a Japanese friend. There is a guy from work who looks like a Japanese, I think he's Japanese or maybe Taiwanese(?), anyway, I mean to talk to him once but he looks so serious, always staring at his pc, not even blinking. Always sporting a Samurai look.Having a Japanese friend is the closest thing to become one, aside from reading Manga everyday and eating Teriyaki. I wanted to </atom:summary><link>http://thesmokinrabbithole.blogspot.com/2007/11/you-say-you-wanna-move-on-you-say-im.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rdd)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633645885855504518.post-139483576601779764</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Nov 2007 18:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-12T22:59:29.383+04:00</atom:updated><title>+~Someone somewhere is yelling "Come down, now!" at this very moment</title><atom:summary type='text'>Very few people know perhaps even my closest friends and my family don't have any idea err...I think nobody really knows because I never told anyone yet or maybe I told a friend about it casually but did not sounded so serious at that time and probably forgotten about it now- that I wanted to become a Japanese.Yes and if I ever become one, if it's possible at all, I want to live in Japan, </atom:summary><link>http://thesmokinrabbithole.blogspot.com/2007/11/someone-somewhere-is-yelling-come-down.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rdd)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633645885855504518.post-4714449617695089150</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Nov 2007 17:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-12T23:28:21.517+04:00</atom:updated><title>+~Someday you'll come back and I'll be dreaming I was sunburned</title><atom:summary type='text'>Fast Facts:There are 520 steps (my steps) from the door of Mall of the Emirates to the door of my apartment building without taking the shortcut though the vacant lot near my street.The walk was approximately equal to the songs of The Strokes' Evening Sun and Razorblade playing consecutively.Upon reaching step 320, I started questioning myself Why Am I doing this?   For what greater purpose? But </atom:summary><link>http://thesmokinrabbithole.blogspot.com/2007/11/someday-youll-come-back-and-ill-be.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rdd)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633645885855504518.post-7454466637186335488</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Oct 2007 10:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-12T23:24:35.569+04:00</atom:updated><title>+~Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken</title><atom:summary type='text'>Is there any other way to say I like Brad Pitt without betraying my virility?Or I already lost it years ago when I declared David Duchovny was a god?</atom:summary><link>http://thesmokinrabbithole.blogspot.com/2007/10/sticking-feathers-up-your-butt-does-not.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rdd)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633645885855504518.post-2272645037916600781</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Oct 2007 11:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-04T05:55:44.342+04:00</atom:updated><title>+~I'm gonna go back and I'm gonna get a shovel</title><atom:summary type='text'>A week ago, just for a change, I challenged my frail brain to a mind bending read, about the whole shebang of time travel -the science behind it and the paradoxes and absurdity that surrounds it,and failed miserably.The first few chapters were very much stimulating to the point that you will give up everything you believe in about the concept of free-will and dedicate your remaining breathing </atom:summary><link>http://thesmokinrabbithole.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-gonna-go-back-and-im-gonna-get.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rdd)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633645885855504518.post-4720811996449386819</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Oct 2007 10:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-12T23:00:08.407+04:00</atom:updated><title>+~If life is a lemon, I am an open wound jumping on a mini-trampoline with it</title><atom:summary type='text'>Two important things I learned this morning:Having your toothbrush stuck in one of your nostrils blatantly defines the true meaning of the word              PAIN. Take your time brushing.Never buy a shower gel again. It doesn't have a legitimate purpose.Except maybe lubricating a toothbrush out of a nostril. But that's not legit enough.</atom:summary><link>http://thesmokinrabbithole.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-tuesday-when-you-find-yourself-in.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Drew)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item></channel></rss>