<?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-5139209372992416553</id><updated>2012-02-10T21:16:28.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>l'ascension et la chute d'un ange</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-5601207511860478041</id><published>2007-10-26T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T05:11:17.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lately, i realize that I am a useless friend, I know that I will never be a rock for someone because I know taht I cannot be a rock for myself.  I am weak, fragile, emotional, and lastly, useless.  And I am sorry.  Honestly, I am sorry.  This is the most that I can offer.  I know that people will hate me for saying this but right now, I am not ready to be nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-5601207511860478041?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/5601207511860478041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=5601207511860478041' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/5601207511860478041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/5601207511860478041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/10/lately-i-realize-that-i-am-useless.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-1192857692441228232</id><published>2007-10-12T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T01:51:12.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>philosophy's falling in love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6QJAwhIRDTQ/Rw805yIsqpI/AAAAAAAAAD0/_U0L7Tg8BK4/s1600-h/.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120369468658985618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6QJAwhIRDTQ/Rw805yIsqpI/AAAAAAAAAD0/_U0L7Tg8BK4/s200/.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;when it comes to love you need not fall, but rather, surrender. surrender to the idea that you must love yourself before you can love another. you must absolutely trust yourself before you can absolutely trust another. most importantly, you must accept your flaws before you can accept the flaws of another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&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/5139209372992416553-1192857692441228232?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6QJAwhIRDTQ/Rw805yIsqpI/AAAAAAAAAD0/_U0L7Tg8BK4/s72-c/.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-75266734980397348</id><published>2007-10-12T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T01:28:13.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Song of the moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without You&lt;br /&gt;by Charlie Wilson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;Mmm...hmm...&lt;br /&gt;It feels like a lifetime,&lt;br /&gt;A thousand days have passed by&lt;br /&gt;Since I held you close to me&lt;br /&gt;If I could see that smile from my friend&lt;br /&gt;I know that I could live again&lt;br /&gt;I need you here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows what to say&lt;br /&gt;Even though for right&lt;br /&gt;Now you’re so far away&lt;br /&gt;I hope and I pray&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in your heart I’ll always stay&lt;br /&gt;Girl, lately my sun doesn’t shine without you&lt;br /&gt;Never noticed what it feels like to be without you&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I took my last step&lt;br /&gt;And my last breath in my life ending&lt;br /&gt;Had to say just what I was feeling, girl&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause my sun doesn’t shine,&lt;br /&gt;Sun doesn’t shine without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is more for me than for youGirl,&lt;br /&gt;I finally see there’s no substitute&lt;br /&gt;For what we have&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows what to say&lt;br /&gt;Even though for right now you’re so far away&lt;br /&gt;Gonna tell you and show you&lt;br /&gt;Do whatever I can do to get back to you&lt;br /&gt;Girl, lately my sun doesn’t shine without you&lt;br /&gt;Never noticed what it feels like to be without you&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I took my last step&lt;br /&gt;And my last breath in my life ending&lt;br /&gt;Had to say just what I was feeling, girl‘&lt;br /&gt;Cause my sun doesn’t shine,&lt;br /&gt;Sun doesn’t shine without you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-75266734980397348?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/75266734980397348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=75266734980397348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/75266734980397348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/75266734980397348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/10/song-of-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-3674528707775424831</id><published>2007-10-12T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T01:06:30.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.chinehamroadrunners.co.uk/_wp_generated/wp4eadf861_0f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.chinehamroadrunners.co.uk/_wp_generated/wp4eadf861_0f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is one of those risk that I rarely do.  But if there is a risk that I never regretted, probably this is it.  I never thought that I will feel this way again.  I thought I will just drown in all the loneliness and bitterness that I have with my crappy past relationships.  I have the reason to smile everytime I wake up,  to sing love songs, to do good in everything I am doing, I now have an inspiration, a reason to live,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I have found my purple penguin!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And I hope that we will spend half of our lives together, hehe....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-3674528707775424831?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/3674528707775424831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=3674528707775424831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/3674528707775424831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/3674528707775424831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/10/it-is-one-of-those-risk-that-i-rarely.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-434044663070949807</id><published>2007-10-10T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T18:41:43.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.gpnc.org/images/jpegs/plants/sunflower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.gpnc.org/images/jpegs/plants/sunflower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately,  I am feeling weird.  I feel like I am a sunflower stuck in this stupid rose garden.  Wanting to be different, wanting to be like everyone else but so stupid to realize that it will never happen, because we are from different families.  all i can do is to be the best sunflower and try to be notice...&lt;br /&gt;&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/5139209372992416553-434044663070949807?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/434044663070949807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=434044663070949807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/434044663070949807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/434044663070949807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/10/lately-i-am-feeling-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-495889245947937274</id><published>2007-10-09T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T23:04:21.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.alibaba.com/photo/11281736/San_Miguel_Light___Light_In_Calorie____By_San_Mig_Philippines.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.alibaba.com/photo/11281736/San_Miguel_Light___Light_In_Calorie____By_San_Mig_Philippines.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.alibaba.com/photo/11281736/San_Miguel_Light___Light_In_Calorie____By_San_Mig_Philippines.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am getting worried. I feel that I am drinker more than I am supposed. Every after shift has been a regular visit to Sukina, and from the usual bottomless iced tea that I am having, I am now having four beers. I really dont know what has been into me, but now, I am loving beer. And I am loving the people I am sharing my beer with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/5139209372992416553-495889245947937274?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/495889245947937274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=495889245947937274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/495889245947937274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/495889245947937274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-getting-worried.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-4424209310841417320</id><published>2007-10-09T22:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T22:52:35.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently loving this song... i just dont know the title...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I keep on talking now&lt;br /&gt;I'd only start repeating myself&lt;br /&gt;And all I can say&lt;br /&gt;Is I love you, i love you, i love you, I love you&lt;br /&gt;If i slip and tip my hat&lt;br /&gt;I'm certain to scare you away&lt;br /&gt;and what would I say&lt;br /&gt;I'd be hurtin' I'm certain&lt;br /&gt;I'd be uncool to let you know that you're the one&lt;br /&gt;A fool who jumped the gun&lt;br /&gt;'Cause i've been advised by other guys you left behind&lt;br /&gt;Your goodbyes were somewhat unrefined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I play my role just right&lt;br /&gt;Then tonight could be my lucky night&lt;br /&gt;And you could be mine&lt;br /&gt;If i presented to you&lt;br /&gt;with a flower in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;shiny and new where you couldn't say no tonight&lt;br /&gt;If I keep my heart out of sight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-4424209310841417320?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/4424209310841417320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=4424209310841417320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/4424209310841417320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/4424209310841417320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/10/currently-loving-this-song.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-4493020080497991442</id><published>2007-10-03T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T01:02:18.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wala na akong pc sa boarding house. kaya less blogging, less updating ng friendster, less connection with friends.  I dont know if there is a slight probability that the pc in the room will return pero wala na akong pakialam...kasi since nawala ang pc, i had more sleep, more time with my roommates saka less operating expense.  which is good...dapat optimistic lagi!!!! hehe....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-4493020080497991442?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/4493020080497991442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=4493020080497991442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/4493020080497991442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/4493020080497991442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/10/wala-na-akong-pc-sa-boarding-house.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-3741265861754901248</id><published>2007-09-26T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T20:37:57.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/s/spongebobinlove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/s/spongebobinlove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When all is said and done, there will only be five people in our lives in the course of love:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. The one whom where we felt love first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. The one who was so perfect but got away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. The one who hurt you the most that you could barely take the pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;The one you fell in love with but only treated you as a best friend, and:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. The one you would walk the aisle and exchange vows with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-3741265861754901248?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/3741265861754901248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=3741265861754901248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/3741265861754901248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/3741265861754901248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/09/when-all-is-said-and-done-there-will.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-2091403888140783549</id><published>2007-09-26T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T20:21:11.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.crowncaps4u.de/Pix/China/CN-San%20Mig%20Light.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.crowncaps4u.de/Pix/China/CN-San%20Mig%20Light.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We went to malate last tuesday, because we are sick and tired of going to sukina after shifts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was a fun night, a lot of things happened. Maybe this song will tell you part of what happened. haha!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/10fukr1Ac5/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/10fukr1Ac5/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&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/5139209372992416553-2091403888140783549?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/2091403888140783549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=2091403888140783549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/2091403888140783549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/2091403888140783549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/09/we-went-to-malate-last-tuesday-because.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-4758087464130884183</id><published>2007-09-25T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T00:54:10.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My current last song syndrome...syndrome...syndrome...eh eh eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowFullScreen="true" src="http://www.completealbumlyrics.com/gen/v2.swf?passid=131311&amp;backgroundImg=rihanna&amp;" width="194" height="215" quality="high" name="scroll" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"  bgcolor="0066CC"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.completealbumlyrics.com/single/Rihanna/" title="Rihanna lyrics"&gt;Rihanna&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.completealbumlyrics.com/lyric/131311/Rihanna+-+Umbrella.html" title="Umbrella lyrics"&gt;Umbrella lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-4758087464130884183?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/4758087464130884183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=4758087464130884183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/4758087464130884183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/4758087464130884183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-current-last-song-syndrome.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-7646071260245715781</id><published>2007-09-25T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T00:52:17.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ahajokes.com/funpages/drunk01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.ahajokes.com/funpages/drunk01.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ahajokes.com/funpages/drunk01.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ahajokes.com/funpages/drunk01.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past days, I have turned into a constant drinker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have friends from work who really drink a lot, and being the subtle and casual drinker that I am. I am not used to having that time of lifestyle. Straight from work we will go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sukina&lt;/span&gt;, I will go home at 9 am and then work again that night. Its like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;committing&lt;/span&gt; suicide right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Though, it haven't affected me in a crazy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; way, I am still trying to control it. Aside from the fact that I will save more money, I know that it is better to be back to an occasional drinker again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/5139209372992416553-7646071260245715781?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/7646071260245715781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=7646071260245715781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/7646071260245715781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/7646071260245715781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-past-days-i-have-turned-into.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-6530340021428295792</id><published>2007-09-25T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T00:43:22.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>something inspiring...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theory.stanford.edu/~vganesh/VijaySilhouette2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://theory.stanford.edu/~vganesh/VijaySilhouette2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tuesdays with Morrie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Sometimes you cannot believe what you see, you have to believe what you feel. And if you are ever going to have other people trust you, you must feel that youcan trust them, too - even when you’rein the dark. Even when you’re falling."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Love is how you stay alive, even after you are gone."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"If we can remember the feeling of love we once had, we can die without evergoing away."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The Alchemist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When you want something, the whole Universe conspires to help you realize your desire&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A Walk To Remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How can you see places like this... and have moments like this and not believe?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;WindStruck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry is not in my dictionary. If you want to hear it, change your name to Sorry. Then I'll call you Sorry!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A Lot like Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know I'm probably six years to late...but will you give me strike one back? Honestly, if you're not willing to sound stupid you don't deserve to be in love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Before Sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Memory's a wonderful thing if you don'thave to deal with the past. You can never replace anyone because everyone is made up of such beautiful specific details. There are so many things I want to do, but I end up doing not much&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Life is Beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The game starts now. You have to score one thousand points. If you do that, you take home a tank with a big gun. Each day we will announce the scores from that loud speaker. The one who has the fewest points will have to wear a sign that says "Jackass" on his back. Ther eare three ways to lose points. One,turning into a big cry baby. Two, telling us you want to see your mommy. Three, saying you're hungry and want something to eat. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-6530340021428295792?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/6530340021428295792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=6530340021428295792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/6530340021428295792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/6530340021428295792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/09/tuesdays-with-morrie-sometimes-you.html' title='something inspiring...'/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-5195294591636606650</id><published>2007-09-22T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T00:44:30.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6QJAwhIRDTQ/RvTE_3R9j6I/AAAAAAAAADU/P710GykXl2s/s1600-h/DSC00065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112928078422445986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6QJAwhIRDTQ/RvTE_3R9j6I/AAAAAAAAADU/P710GykXl2s/s320/DSC00065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QJAwhIRDTQ/RvTFAHR9j7I/AAAAAAAAADc/CxbvSgnDybk/s1600-h/DSC00083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112928082717413298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QJAwhIRDTQ/RvTFAHR9j7I/AAAAAAAAADc/CxbvSgnDybk/s320/DSC00083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6QJAwhIRDTQ/RvTFAXR9j8I/AAAAAAAAADk/Nd1BKUuJmpk/s1600-h/DSC00082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112928087012380610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6QJAwhIRDTQ/RvTFAXR9j8I/AAAAAAAAADk/Nd1BKUuJmpk/s320/DSC00082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6QJAwhIRDTQ/RvTFA3R9j9I/AAAAAAAAADs/Sp88jwJuv04/s1600-h/DSC00079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112928095602315218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6QJAwhIRDTQ/RvTFA3R9j9I/AAAAAAAAADs/Sp88jwJuv04/s320/DSC00079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love taking pictures. And since we are bored in the boarding house yesterday, I started taking pictures of my housemates in black and white, and above are the results of unadulterated boredom. Good thing my hands are not shaking!&lt;br /&gt;&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/5139209372992416553-5195294591636606650?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/5195294591636606650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=5195294591636606650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/5195294591636606650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/5195294591636606650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-love-taking-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6QJAwhIRDTQ/RvTE_3R9j6I/AAAAAAAAADU/P710GykXl2s/s72-c/DSC00065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-4185568319939515932</id><published>2007-09-22T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T00:26:02.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6QJAwhIRDTQ/RvTDX3R9j5I/AAAAAAAAADM/QY0188wBblo/s1600-h/DSC00040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112926291716050834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6QJAwhIRDTQ/RvTDX3R9j5I/AAAAAAAAADM/QY0188wBblo/s400/DSC00040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our Picture with our new hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QJAwhIRDTQ/RvTDMHR9j4I/AAAAAAAAADE/HlzM6LhVmVg/s1600-h/DSC00040.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So it is back to basics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I colored my hair brown again, hehe... I dont know. I just got tired sporting my green with matching pink hair, and it is getting messy also, because the color started to fade. So Its back to brown. It is back to basic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &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/5139209372992416553-4185568319939515932?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/4185568319939515932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=4185568319939515932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/4185568319939515932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/4185568319939515932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/09/our-picture-with-our-new-hair-so-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6QJAwhIRDTQ/RvTDX3R9j5I/AAAAAAAAADM/QY0188wBblo/s72-c/DSC00040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-8369812108494720484</id><published>2007-09-19T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T18:12:58.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ofwcenter.com/gallery/images/davidblack4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.ofwcenter.com/gallery/images/davidblack4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/coconuter/400485682/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"There’s nothing wrong with hitting rock bottom (or going bankrupt), as long as you know how to handle it. It has happened to me 4 times already since I’ve been here. It’s very important not to whine and wallow in self-pity. It is a rejuvenating process, both mentally and physically if looked at in a positive manner. It’s actually no problem at all if you use your brain and do a little living off the land. You have to look around you and see what can be used. Whether it’d be gathering wood and/or bamboo for making a fire, or utilizing your domesticated animals if you have any, or taking advantage of your skills in order to hunt, fish, and forage, these are some possible options. I have planted some crops and invested in some chickens specifically for the purpose of getting through these situations. I am also fortunate enough to be close to the mountains and jungles where I can forage for fruits and other “ligaw” or wild foods that may be found. Always remember that Mother Nature has provided a means of survival that our ancestors have used and that we can use today. Some Aetas and other natives around the world still live off the raw land up to this very day."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-The Coconuter's Champorado&lt;/em&gt;&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/5139209372992416553-8369812108494720484?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/8369812108494720484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=8369812108494720484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/8369812108494720484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/8369812108494720484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/09/theres-nothing-wrong-with-hitting-rock.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-7702863391084625960</id><published>2007-09-19T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T17:53:37.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://academicaffairs.ucsd.edu/images/clipart/Kathy%20F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://academicaffairs.ucsd.edu/images/clipart/Kathy%20F.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since I have plans of saving money, and this day cannot get any boring, I viewed some bank products offered by different banks here in the Philippines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First, I looked at Metrobank, because it is the one nearest from my abode. Also, MBTC has a good reputation in the banking industry (being a banking and finance graduate, I should no) And there is this Metrobank E.T. Savings Account, which you can open for as low as P2,000, have your own atm, but you will start earning interest for P5,000. But when I checked their terms and conditions, there is this line saying that in order you have an atm, you should have a maintaining balance of P10, 000. Am, possible, but i dont want to have that high maintaining balance because it is too high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Next, BPI. I looked at BPI because it is the second nearest bank in our house, I want a bank that if I have a problem with my statement, I can just take a pedicab and I can fix it. Moving back to BPI, but I got confused with their website so I just stopped. I think that having a confusing website is a little fishy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Third, is Banco De Oro, because my friend has a BDO account already, BDO is also near from our house and work place, lastly, BDO is open on saturdays and sundays which make it more convenient! I also got confused with their website because they have products for old people (60+), teens ( 13 to 19), and juniors (which I am sure I am not included). But where is the one for the 22 year old? Where is the one for the call center people? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It has been a tiring day and I haven't made a decision yet. But right now, I am thinking of having a bank with BDO. But until I have finalized my decision that is when I will start inquiring personally, and I don't have another valid ID, which is another thing added to my iterinary for next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-7702863391084625960?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/7702863391084625960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=7702863391084625960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/7702863391084625960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/7702863391084625960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/09/since-i-have-plans-of-saving-money-and.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-4662094400023886772</id><published>2007-09-18T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T08:12:41.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://as7.dsi.go.com/is/image/DisneyShopping/62713?$full$"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://as7.dsi.go.com/is/image/DisneyShopping/62713?$full$" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's be kids again! I just watched High School Musical 2, and i got bored! The movie was good, but I think the first one was better. Because I feel that the whole movie just focused on Troy and Gabriela's relationship. The music was good though, and for me, this is the best song in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/1dImZXzRhU/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/1dImZXzRhU/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&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/5139209372992416553-4662094400023886772?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/4662094400023886772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=4662094400023886772' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/4662094400023886772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/4662094400023886772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-lets-be-kids-again-i-just-watched.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-3991056872877395088</id><published>2007-09-18T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T08:18:26.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.titikpilipino.com/images/news/kyla2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.titikpilipino.com/images/news/kyla2006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyla is really one of my favorite artist, ever since she started, I am so fond of her. My current LSS is her version of cupid, I just love her relaxing voice and humble personality. Lastly, if she will revive a song, it will surely be a hit. I know this one will....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Esx1s0dqbO/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Esx1s0dqbO/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&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/5139209372992416553-3991056872877395088?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/3991056872877395088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=3991056872877395088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/3991056872877395088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/3991056872877395088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/09/kyla-is-really-one-of-my-favorite.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-297023119694766700</id><published>2007-09-18T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T08:14:53.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sawyers-specialties.com/poops/images/Cupid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://sawyers-specialties.com/poops/images/Cupid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sawyers-specialties.com/poops/images/Cupid.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joyce and I were chatting this afternoon in regard to her new apple of the eye. I really can't remember what we talked about but all I remember was this song that I dedicated to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by Kyla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;album: Beautiful Days (2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy if I told you I love you&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't mean that I don't care, oooh&lt;br /&gt;And when I tell you I need you&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think that I'll can never be there, ooooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm so tired of the way you turn my words into&lt;br /&gt;Deception and lies&lt;br /&gt;Don't misunderstand me when I try to speak my mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm only saying what's in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Cupid doesn't lie&lt;br /&gt;But you won't know unless you give it a try&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, true love&lt;br /&gt;won't lie but you won't know unless we give it a try&lt;br /&gt;give it a try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy when I ask you to trust me&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't mean that I'm gonna cheat on you&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm gonna never do anything to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;Or mislead you, I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm so tired of the way you turn my words into&lt;br /&gt;Deception and lies&lt;br /&gt;Don't misunderstand me when I try to speak my mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm only saying what's in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Cupid doesn't lie&lt;br /&gt;But you won't know unless you give it a try&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, true love&lt;br /&gt;won't lie but you won't know unless we give it a try&lt;br /&gt;give it a try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no doubt about it&lt;br /&gt;Lord no, I really mean it&lt;br /&gt;I rather die before I, before I lie to you&lt;br /&gt;Never wanna leave you&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no life without you&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna leave, never gonna go,&lt;br /&gt;No.No, no, no, no, no, no, no, ohhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm so tired of the way you turn my words into&lt;br /&gt;Deception and lies&lt;br /&gt;Don't misunderstand me when I try to speak my mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm only saying what's in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Cupid doesn't lie&lt;br /&gt;But you won't know unless you give it a try&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, true love&lt;br /&gt;won't lie but you won't know unless we give it a try&lt;br /&gt;give it a try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no doubt about it&lt;br /&gt;Lord no, I really mean it&lt;br /&gt;I rather die before I, before I lie to you&lt;br /&gt;Never wanna leave you&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no life without you&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna leave, never gonna go,&lt;br /&gt;No.No, no, no, no, no, no, no, ohhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/2sHwxTv8oX/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/2sHwxTv8oX/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&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/5139209372992416553-297023119694766700?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/297023119694766700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=297023119694766700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/297023119694766700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/297023119694766700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/09/joyce-and-i-were-chatting-this.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-4146788182800550715</id><published>2007-09-18T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T07:38:37.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/189252/2/istockphoto_189252_diet_need.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/189252/2/istockphoto_189252_diet_need.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://homedir-a.libsyn.com/podcasts/33989cd71389223c6dcd579b03de1840/46efe0d1/johneebee/images/diet.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Being in a diet sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeah, I am on a diet. And I feel that I am killing myself already. Since last week, I stopped eating rice and tried my best to indulge on having vegies for lunch and bread for dinners. I am also not having lunch at the office at work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And now, my roommates treated us for pizza and I can't even have a bite. huhu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I really hate the feeling that I have right now, because I hate depriving myself. But since we are in a world where everyone wants to look good, and looking good is generally slim, toned and have an amazing built, I am doing this. Well, it is for my own good! I just hope that I will be able to pull this off.&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/5139209372992416553-4146788182800550715?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/4146788182800550715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=4146788182800550715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/4146788182800550715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/4146788182800550715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/09/being-in-diet-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-1935411222720206091</id><published>2007-09-15T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T21:24:05.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one of the best songs ever created&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MVB-uszfs0I"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MVB-uszfs0I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/5139209372992416553-1935411222720206091?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/1935411222720206091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=1935411222720206091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/1935411222720206091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/1935411222720206091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/09/one-of-best-songs-ever-created.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-3161219858950985610</id><published>2007-09-11T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T10:26:42.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos-866.friendster.com/e1/photos/66/88/19418866/751004547l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-866.friendster.com/e1/photos/66/88/19418866/751004547l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what's Funny in this picture?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont want to offend anyone, but I love this pic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hay, &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zyrah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;miss na kita...&lt;/span&gt;sayang di man lang tayo nakapagkita nung asa pinas ka. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5139209372992416553-3161219858950985610?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/3161219858950985610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=3161219858950985610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/3161219858950985610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/3161219858950985610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/09/guess-whats-funny-in-this-picture-i.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-5903600730188559013</id><published>2007-09-10T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T00:05:40.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.comparativeguide.com/images/glutathione-s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.comparativeguide.com/images/glutathione-s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.comparativeguide.com/images/glutathione-s.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am planning to take glutathione...kamusta naman? hehe... So I linked a useful site that will able us to understand what glutha is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.medicinenet.com/script/main/art.asp?articlekey=50746"&gt;http://www.medicinenet.com/script/main/art.asp?articlekey=50746&lt;/a&gt;&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/5139209372992416553-5903600730188559013?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/5903600730188559013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=5903600730188559013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/5903600730188559013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/5903600730188559013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-am-planning-to-take-glutathione.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-5896444960863060912</id><published>2007-09-09T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T23:55:57.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have one conversation using yahoo messenger regarding how i feel about the industry, basically, i just answer all my friend's questions...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jbalote19: masasabi bang may growth naman kapag nasa call center?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cloud alexander alejandro: i dont know, something banking ang trabaho ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jbalote19: kasi yung iba kong friend sinasabi nila stagnant nalang sila eh, sa call center&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cloud alexander alejandro: am, if you will ask me, seriously. I will say tama ang mga friends mo.&lt;br /&gt;cloud alexander alejandro: I have been in this industry for 3 years, since college pa, at first, it is fun, the pay is high, you can drink coffee at starbucks as often as you want, have fine dinners at greenbelt, if you want to go to a resort every week, that will be possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;jbalote19: but then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cloud alexander alejandro: but, now that i have been here, it is getting boring, tiring and irritating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;jbalote19: mmm.... ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cloud alexander alejandro: you will feel that everything is so monotonous, stagnant and just the same&lt;br /&gt;cloud alexander alejandro: its hard...some say, that it is an easy job pero it is the toughest job to be dedicated with&lt;br /&gt;cloud alexander alejandro:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;jbalote19: if your doing it for almost 3 years that's what you will feel&lt;br /&gt;jbalote19: hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cloud alexander alejandro: yeah...&lt;br /&gt;cloud alexander alejandro: its been a while na, well during that time naman, i was still studying so it was fun and cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;jbalote19: ah ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cloud alexander alejandro: but now, pakiramdam ko, mamamatay ako sa kabagutan kada araw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jbalote19: ngak&lt;br /&gt;jbalote19: hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cloud alexander alejandro: uu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;jbalote19: planning to move out of call center industry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cloud alexander alejandro: yeah.&lt;br /&gt;cloud alexander alejandro: pero isang malaking desisyon un na i really have to think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jbalote19: can you say that working on a call center is not for long term job or goal or whatever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cloud alexander alejandro: its not...&lt;br /&gt;cloud alexander alejandro: hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jbalote19: hehehe&lt;br /&gt;jbalote19: so to clarify it with you, its just for short terms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cloud alexander alejandro: the industry will always be here, even if you are old you will still be hired in the call center industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;jbalote19: so to clarify it with you, its just for short terms...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cloud alexander alejandro: its for kaartehan's sake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;jbalote19: ah ok&lt;br /&gt;jbalote19: anyways i think thats true&lt;br /&gt;jbalote19: coz call center can give you much money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cloud alexander alejandro: yeah...some kasi think that working in a call center is a fine job, less work more pay, di ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;jbalote19: wherein you can buy all the things you want even if you don't need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cloud alexander alejandro: yeah,\.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jbalote19: yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cloud alexander alejandro: pero the fact na marami rin kayong kaartehan ng mga office mates mo, i think it will be better to have a regular job&lt;br /&gt;cloud alexander alejandro: kasi every morning you will have breakfast, then drink afterwards, then have coffee to be sober, then try to sleep for four hours&lt;br /&gt;cloud alexander alejandro: then wake and it will be the same routine again&lt;br /&gt;cloud alexander alejandro: mas marami ding vices like yosi, coffee, alcohol, mga ganun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;jbalote19: ah ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cloud alexander alejandro: pero i love the industry. i met a lot of amazing people! but at the end of the day, you will realize that after 20 years of schooling, you will just end up answering questions from stupid americans, and having that feeling sucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The realization that I need a new career is killing me.  Wah... I hate making decisions?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-5896444960863060912?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/5896444960863060912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=5896444960863060912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/5896444960863060912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/5896444960863060912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-have-one-conversation-using-yahoo.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-2874444345446689073</id><published>2007-09-09T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T23:13:17.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8jIRO2IR0iM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8jIRO2IR0iM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So I won't hesitate no more, no more&lt;br /&gt;It cannot wait I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to complicate&lt;br /&gt;Our time is short&lt;br /&gt;This is our fate, I'm yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-2874444345446689073?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/2874444345446689073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=2874444345446689073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/2874444345446689073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/2874444345446689073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-i-wont-hesitate-no-more-no-more-it.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-1163933294830989942</id><published>2007-09-09T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T23:02:48.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://siva-ph.jobstreet.com/agena/development/source/default/logo/yellowcab.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://siva-ph.jobstreet.com/agena/development/source/default/logo/yellowcab.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As part of my celebration last friday, I have this dinner with one of my most favorite person in the world. I just treated him at yellow cab. Okay, I will admit, I really like the guy. And I am trying my best for almost seven freaking months in order for him to like me. I really can't understand how I feel about him. I am happy everytime he is texting me that he is already going to work and he is going home. It made my day complete everytime he do that, actually, It's part of my routine knowing that he is on a bus, on the way to work/ home, and he is sleeping after he text me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On the contrary, I hate it everytime he is asking me to set him up on a date. Worst, I hate it when he tells me stories about his ex's. Yeah, I am jealous. Though I know that I dont have a single right to be, I am jealous. It also hurts everytime he doubts how I feel. I still remember one of the bulettin he posted on friendster, the question during that time was: "Do you know someone who likes you? How did you know?" What was his answer? "Yata... Nabasa ko sa blog niya. :P" Stupid right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Moving back to the dinner. It was nice, It's always nice seeing him again and seeing how simple and humble he is. I just love seeing him smile. But it hurts more to see him and realize that I am just a friend, but now, I think that being his friend is better. Because at least, I know I have another person who has my back and who will always be there for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thanks, My Beautiful Disaster...Thanks for being nice and all. It is fun having you around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-1163933294830989942?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/1163933294830989942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=1163933294830989942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/1163933294830989942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/1163933294830989942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/09/as-part-of-my-celebration-last-friday-i.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-3141033553328688659</id><published>2007-09-09T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T23:03:52.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tanglinclub-bsac758.com/imagefilelarge/birthday%20cake%20enlarged.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.tanglinclub-bsac758.com/imagefilelarge/birthday%20cake%20enlarged.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just celebrated my 22nd birthday last friday. Yikes...I am already 22, hehe... Now that I am 22, as I evaluated the 22 freaking years of my existence, this are the things that I need to work on, in short these are my goals by the next year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I need to work on my built, I cannot stay fat this year, I need to have a body that is not perfect but is acceptable. Acceptable, meaning tone and lean, with less fat and flabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I must learn how to save! I know that I am not thrifty, I am not close to being one. But Right now, realizing that I am not saving anything with the money that I am earning, I need to do something about it. That means less taxi rides bound to work for you, LJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I need to work on my work ethics. Though, work sucks, and though its boring. This year, I must learn to love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I need to be mature. I must act, talk, and think my age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If the work ethics thing dont work, I must find a job that will make me happy. I still dont know what it is. Any suggestions will be greatly appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I must invest on the future, though I am still young, it wont hurt if I started planning on my new house, este, condo unit. Whether I will buy a car or not, and whether I will have a restaurant/bar or a franchise of computer shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When it comes to relationship, I will change also, I will love myself first before anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I need to be nice to my family. That's it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I will stop complaining. I know this has been a constant problem, and this time, it must stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I will be happy with what I have now. I will try not to be hard on myself and start loving me for what I am, and what I have now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to make this work. Next year, wait for my state of myself update to check whether I was able to pull this off.&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/5139209372992416553-3141033553328688659?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/3141033553328688659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=3141033553328688659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/3141033553328688659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/3141033553328688659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-just-celebrated-my-22nd-birthday-last.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-5268325992921368510</id><published>2007-09-03T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T06:00:09.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This past few days, I received a lot of meaningful text messages that I guess is worth sharing on my page.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" height="168" alt="" src="http://www.sweetmarias.com/coffee.davids.5thed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Coffee has evolved in years with cream, iced coffee, coffee with choco chips, or cookies. But no matter how people try to innovate coffee varities, It still doesnt lose its distinct aroma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like us, no matter how we clothe ourselves with different personalities, still our character remains. People may destroy your image, stain your personality but they cant take away your personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live...Exist...Let your character diffuse its distinct aroma. 'Cause no matter what, you are really admired by the people who know you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rubatos.com/a_happy-face.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" height="151" alt="" src="http://www.rubatos.com/a_happy-face.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Laughter is not always the best medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it is the best disguise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://library.thinkquest.org/J001156/pencil2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px" height="243" alt="" src="http://library.thinkquest.org/J001156/pencil2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A Pencilmaker told the pencils five important lessons: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First, everything you do will leave a mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, you can always correct your mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, what is important is what is inside you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, In life, you will undergo painful sharpenings that will make you a better pencil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last, to be the best pencil you can be, you must allow yourself to be held and be guided by the HANDS that hold you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You cannot hold onto anything that wants you to go. You just have to love it while you got it and that's that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To my friends who sent me this messages, thank you. They really made my day. Keep them coming, baka next time, kasama na ang mga sinend ninyo sa susunod kong blog. hahah!!!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-5268325992921368510?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/5268325992921368510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=5268325992921368510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/5268325992921368510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/5268325992921368510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-past-few-days-i-received-lot-of.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-7288016840935895772</id><published>2007-09-01T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T06:02:41.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I checked my friendster account this morning and his comment made me smile. He just thanked me because of a song that I downloaded for him, and he also say thank you for being nice, it really made my day. Big time! then I checked one of the bulletin that he posted, and it says there that he called his ex, that ruined my day. Big time! Im jealous because he never called me. It sucks knowing that you can only be nice to a person and that person you want to have cannot call you back. I dont know, maybe I am just expecting so much. Maybe he doesnt have a single interest in me which also sucks but it is my fault that I am falling for him so much. I am falling for him big time. Now, I want to forget him. But will I be able to do it? I hope so... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So right now I am on this mood, let me dedicate this song to myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Save Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by STACIE ORRICO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been feelin kinda heavy&lt;br /&gt;Could it be all the baggage im carrying&lt;br /&gt;I had a guy who wasn't right&lt;br /&gt;Talk about love and i gotta think twice&lt;br /&gt;I mean he really worked a number&lt;br /&gt;Up in my mind when I was open&lt;br /&gt;Not just my lover, was my best friend&lt;br /&gt;But he stole my heart and kept runnin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's either love or life I want it all&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I may not get all the calls&lt;br /&gt;Will you pick me up baby when I fall&lt;br /&gt;Keep me safe in your arms&lt;br /&gt;I know I might be movin slow&lt;br /&gt;We can pick it up later down the road&lt;br /&gt;Its a bit difficult to give you control&lt;br /&gt;But let`s see where it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS:]&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've been lied to, cheated on&lt;br /&gt;But you can make it right&lt;br /&gt;If you can come and save me, save me&lt;br /&gt;So wont you come and save me, save me&lt;br /&gt;I can't trust, the truth be told&lt;br /&gt;But you can make it right&lt;br /&gt;If you can come and save me, save me&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you come save me, save me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far my life has been crazy&lt;br /&gt;Like a reality show&lt;br /&gt;But baby can you take the drama out my life&lt;br /&gt;Make me forget all the tears that i've cried&lt;br /&gt;Oh I think I better warn ya&lt;br /&gt;What you see ain't just what you gon' get&lt;br /&gt;Pieces of me aint right, they're still left&lt;br /&gt;Can you pull them together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its either love or life I want it all&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I may not get all the calls&lt;br /&gt;Will you pick me up baby when I fall&lt;br /&gt;Keep me safe in your arms&lt;br /&gt;I know I might be movin slow&lt;br /&gt;We can pick it up later down the road&lt;br /&gt;Its a bit difficult to give you control&lt;br /&gt;But let's see where it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;I was trapped within my pain&lt;br /&gt;Not long agoIt's still hard&lt;br /&gt;But I try to do the best I can&lt;br /&gt;Understand if my heart breaks again&lt;br /&gt;It's already done, its over&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know my heart will never mend&lt;br /&gt;But you can make it right&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, ooohYou're gonna make it right&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love is saving me&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to save yourself LJ! No one will, you have to rely on yourself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-7288016840935895772?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/7288016840935895772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=7288016840935895772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/7288016840935895772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/7288016840935895772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-checked-my-friendster-account-this.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-4390555710871276009</id><published>2007-08-30T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T03:58:43.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I still remember one of the lines in "Queer as Folks," there is this part where Michael, one of the lead stars became a clown because of work-related reasons and when a kid approached him, the kid ask, "can I have a balloon?" Michael, pissed as hell, just ignored the kid and when the kid cried, he just say that "Life is unfair kid! It will be best that you realize it at your age."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael is right. Life is really unfair...Probably its just too late for me to realize it. Asarness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-4390555710871276009?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/4390555710871276009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=4390555710871276009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/4390555710871276009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/4390555710871276009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-still-remember-one-of-lines-in-queer.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-6566358920826446182</id><published>2007-08-27T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T03:57:51.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know I am not an angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobrang nakakapikon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siyempre, alam ko ng eksena ang color green (with matching pink) hair ko. Pero ano bang magagawa nu, gusto kong maging character ng ragnarok, kaso nga lang naging sarimanok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lang naman na pagtripan nu ang hair ko, ginawa ko talaga ito para sa ikaliligaya ng buhay ko at ng mga kaibigan ko. Pero pag hindi tayo close, wag kang eepal at magfifiling filingan na close tayo, at wag mong pakikialaman ang buhok ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ito kasi ang nangyari. Dahil sa matinding kaantukan at katoxican sa trabaho kanina, nag decide akong kumuha ng kape sa pantry. Dahil meron lang akong 3 minutes para kumuha ng kape at bumalik sa station ko, medyo nagmamadali ako. Paglabas ko ng pinto ng production floor biglang umepal si eminguard (lady guard), at biglang sinabi na Ano namang ginawa mo sa buhok mo? Para kang ibon! Para kang ibong adarna!" Nakakairita. Punyeta. Kilala ba kita??? Magpapalait ako sa mga kaibigan ko kasi alam ko mga kaibigan ko un, hahayaan ko na yurakan nila ang pagkatao ko kasi mga kaibigan ko un, pero ikaw, di nga kita kilala e. Anong karapatan mo na magbida jan, di ako nakikipagkaibigan sa iyo, kaya wag kang magisip na kaibigan mo ako. Taga tago ka lang ng cp ko.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-6566358920826446182?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/6566358920826446182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=6566358920826446182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/6566358920826446182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/6566358920826446182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-know-i-am-not-angel.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-4541745798905277000</id><published>2007-08-23T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T03:57:21.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My stupid Ex started texting me again, he is sending simple "hello!" and "Kamusta ka naman?" which really irritates me. So after 10 messages from him, I replied, "Hi! Im doing good. May I know who is this?" haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dedicate this song to him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table id="table1" style="BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse" bordercolor="#c0c0c0" height="202" bordercolordark="#e9dfd1" cellpadding="0" width="182" bordercolorlight="#ecebf1" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="19"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bordercolor="#c0c0c0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="lyricsbox20" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://lb.lyricsdownload.com/2/fla/21.swf?passid=" width="180" height="200" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" p_varlista="1&amp;amp;ida=" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" wmode="transparent" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="19"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsdownload.com/whitney-houston-lyrics.html" target="_blank"&gt;WHITNEY HOUSTON lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-4541745798905277000?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/4541745798905277000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=4541745798905277000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/4541745798905277000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/4541745798905277000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-stupid-ex-started-texting-me-again.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-786700644302700861</id><published>2007-08-21T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T17:41:11.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Getting Married Today!</title><content type='html'>If I'm gonna get married today, this are the songs that should play at my wedding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6lCfyWJBx_I"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6lCfyWJBx_I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless the Broken Road by Carrie Underwood and Rascal Flatts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BdrmrKVjz8o"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BdrmrKVjz8o" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You For Saving My Life by Tim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KmSKU7vM6wg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KmSKU7vM6wg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At The Beginning from the Movie Anastacia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-786700644302700861?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/786700644302700861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=786700644302700861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/786700644302700861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/786700644302700861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/08/if-im-gonna-get-married-today-this-are.html' title='Im Getting Married Today!'/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-7388626642039178186</id><published>2007-08-19T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T21:36:24.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Basta favorite ko si Aicelle, wala kayong magagawa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T8CYCWe3H6w"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T8CYCWe3H6w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NABSqBJsuy8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NABSqBJsuy8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V7TfhucUsWU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V7TfhucUsWU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bl21Fwrk7tE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bl21Fwrk7tE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/5139209372992416553-7388626642039178186?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/7388626642039178186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=7388626642039178186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/7388626642039178186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/7388626642039178186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/08/basta-favorite-ko-si-aicelle-wala.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-8907166099830311289</id><published>2007-08-18T03:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T16:10:20.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On flirting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am doing this blog in RCBC. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a flirt. I don't do flirting. You will never see me flirting with someone, somewhere. So what happens when someone flirt with me? It will just be a total humiliation on my end and the results will just show me walking away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me cite an example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in the PVP bus on my way home last thursday, feeling exausted and toxicated, there was this guy, who is rock star looking and wearing havaianas who stepped in the bus. It is my normal habit to check who enters the bus. So when I looked at him, he smiled at me. Feeling akward, I just looked outside the window and waited for the bus to move. While we are on Bautista, the rock star looking guy just said, "Ang lamig 'no. Tara, painit tayo." I just continued looking at the window and continued pretending that I never heard what he said. Then he whispered again, "It seems that you dont want to have a good time." I want to laugh out loud but I dont want to offend him, so I just continued looking at the window pretending not to heard what he said. When he left, he looked back, that is the time I smiled at him and I again looked back at the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand the reason why I am still single. This is because flirting is not in my dictionary. On my opinion, there is a proper way, a proper place, and a proper time to flirt. You dont flirt in public places for heaven's sake! I dont go for one night stand, or one early morning stand. I want something real. Something that I can feel. Something that will last for eternity. If there is such thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to all people who wants to flirt with me, in akward places and instances, better think again. Because, even if your good looking, and your my type, I am thinking every single minute that your around me, and believe me, I will just have one single action in everything that you are doing and that is me walking away.&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/5139209372992416553-8907166099830311289?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/8907166099830311289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=8907166099830311289' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/8907166099830311289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/8907166099830311289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/08/on-flirting.html' title='On flirting'/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-4037598642376800087</id><published>2007-08-17T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T01:28:54.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cognition.ens.fr/~alphapsy/blog/images/frowning.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.cognition.ens.fr/~alphapsy/blog/images/frowning.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Asarness!!!! Bakit ba ung mga taong gusto mo, na pakiramdam mo gusto ka rin, MAY SYOTA!!! 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font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: September 6&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F2F2FB"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be a the rock in relationships - people depend on you.&lt;br /&gt;Thoughtful and caring, you often put others needs first.&lt;br /&gt;You aren't content to help those you know... you want to give to the world.&lt;br /&gt;An idealist, you strive for positive change and dream about how much better things could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your intuition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: You put yourself last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Cloud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: June&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-2254277583068430430?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/2254277583068430430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=2254277583068430430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/2254277583068430430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/2254277583068430430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/08/your-birthdate-september-6-you-tend-to.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-5667620855121122813</id><published>2007-08-11T13:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T00:57:29.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I dont know how will I start this one. But another blog post have to start, so with your permission, let me just start this saying, IT WAS A HELL OF A NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this afternoon, Bhem told me that she will pay her debt. Excited, I immediately texted her for the details, basically, I dont want to remind her again taht she has a debt that she owes and I also dont want to miss this chance that she will pay. When she told me that I must go to her house at Malate, suddenly it just come into my mind to ask her out tonight. See how stupid I can get? I know that I have a sched, but I still ask her out. Stupid! The stupidity that I am feeling is unusually and excedingly peculiar and quite impossible to describe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since it's already here, and I am already on a taxi on my way to Malate, the stupidity continued. She told me while I was on the way that there is a spa near their area that will cost me P250.oo to have some sort of relaxation, I say yes because since my back is aching and I know that I badly needed it, and since its only P250, why not right? The moment I arrived at Bhem's house, we suddenly look for that spa and in the end, we found out that it is P550. Since my back is already aching and since this will be the first time that I will have a massage, P300 will not be bad. The massage is good. It relaxed me. I have no regrets about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it is getting late. I dont know what goes into my head that made me ask Bhem to go out and drink beer at Gilligans. I am not a good drinker, I hardly drink, so after the poor service at Gilligans and being unadulteratedly pissed because Bhem's friend did not show up, in order for the night not to spoil, I just ask her to go to Library. I really did not regret going to the Library because it is a good place to be. I was laughing all night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I paid our trip to the spa, what we have at Gilligans, to all the taxi rides, and what we have at the Library. Good thing that Bhem paid for our entrance (at the Library) because if she didnt, this blog can go longer because of the stupidity that I am feeling. But I am still stupid. Knowing that I am saving money, let me just tell you how much I spend for this night, it is greater that P2,000. Stupid right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is just not it, this will be embarassing to confess. Someone took me to their house. This happen while I was waiting for a taxi on my way home. While waiting, there is this cute guy wearing a black sando, whose name is Patrick, who approached me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Patrick: Uwi ka na?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes. Why?&lt;br /&gt;Patrick: Sama ako.&lt;br /&gt;Me (shocked): Nyay! Di pwede, may kasama ako sa house e.&lt;br /&gt;Patrick: Di sama ka nalang sa 'min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hesistant. Honestly, I was really hesistant. But since I am stupid, I said "yes." Basically, this is the first time I hooked up with someone that I met in the street. I dont really like meeting people on the street, I am scared. Knowing how contagious AIDS is, I am really careful. But since I am already on the taxi, and since he was asking already about things about me which I answered without a single honesty, the only thing I said to myself is "LJ, ang tanga tanga mo talaga! Nakakahiya ka!" But he is cute. And since I am giving him a fake name, a fake address, a fake job, a fake identity, and since I have protection on my wallet, as long as think about all the actions that I will do, I am safe. I just prayed silently while I was on the taxi. I still know that my God is bigger than anyone and he is protecting me at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens next? Basically, I dont want to go into details but this will be simple, we had sex. No other personal questions, no exchange of numbers, just good you know what.&lt;br /&gt;I am stupid. I know that ever since. And I still dont know how stupid I can get. I spend close to P3, 000 for a span of 24 hrs. I know I enjoyed my night. But still, it costed me a lot. I feel that my conscience will bug me the moment that I dont have money anymore to go to work, I will remember how I enjoyed this night, and how stupid I become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This night is not the same, it will never be. Because I know that this will just be a lesson learned that I will never forget. While writing this, I looked at my horoscope at friendster and this is what it said: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Bottom Line: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have every right to brag to friends today, but you shouldn't. Play it cool. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In Detail: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have every right to brag to friends about your latest accomplishments, but you really shouldn't -- at least not today. There are too many friends whose fragile egos might cause them to react badly. It's not that they won't be happy for you -- they will -- it's just that your exuberance might remind them too much of their lack of good fortune. Be sensitive to this, and choose to share your pride with family members instead. They'll love to hear you pat yourself on the back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My horoscope is correct. But I read it late. So I just have to remember that next time, I have to be sensitive. And that I must share my success to my family. That I must use my beautiful mind sometimes. Right now, the guilt that I am feeling never ease. The hate that I am feeling for myself just continues to intensified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will mark this date on my calendar, "08/11/2007 - The day I hated myself because I am a big guy who is unadulteratedly stupid and I am a big queer who never thinks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-5667620855121122813?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/5667620855121122813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=5667620855121122813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/5667620855121122813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/5667620855121122813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-dont-know-how-will-i-start-this-one.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-9194355059936596326</id><published>2007-08-09T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T23:03:33.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another friendster bulletin</title><content type='html'>1.Latest na narealize mo?&gt; mahirap magmahal ng taong di ka kayang mahalin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Dapat gawin pag nalulungkot?&gt; mag ran. bukod sa aantukin ka pag tinamad ka na, which will take mga 8 hrs, makakalimutan mo ang oras, tatakbo lang siya habang ikaw, lvl up lang ng lvl up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Any quotes bout LOVE?&gt; love. burado muna yan sa dictionary ko e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Favorite food?&gt; PAGKAIN SA CHILDREN'S PARTY! Spaghetti, fried chicken, ice cream, cake, lumpiang shanghai, basta pagkain sa bday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Favorite Place to Be?&gt; beach...though i cant swim, beach pa rin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Whats the title of the song that'sstuck in your head right now?&gt; so emotional by christina aguilera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Pangarap mong summer get-away trip?&gt; wait lang, nose bleed un ah, anong summer get away, anong summer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Isang bagay na hindinghindi mo tatanggihan?&gt; isang condo unit sa columns, naku, tnx talaga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Masayang libangan kapag umuulan?&gt; maglaro ng pc, kumain, matulog, at makipag chorva, kokak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Isang bagay na pag-iipunan mo nanghusto?&gt; ipon? next question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Gagawin mo sa susunod mongbirthday?&gt; punta sa baguio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Hindi mo makayanan o matagalan?&gt; ang bitterness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Gusto mong panoorin sa sine?&gt; di ako mahilig sa movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you love cooking?&gt; MAHILIG AKONG KUMAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.Paano ka ma-badtrip?&gt; pag bad trip, tulog, tapos tulog ulit, hanggang maging ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Matagal ka ba maligo?&gt; depende.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. kumakain ka ba ng vegetables?&gt; uu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.sino palagi mong kausap sa phone?&gt; si adrian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. huling kausap n matino?&gt; si cy...pag naguusap kami, try naming maging matino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Sino ang kasabay mong umuwi?&gt; wala.  i can go home alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Are you a busy person?&gt; busy.  hehe... i cant say, pakiramdam ko nga sobrang daming oras&lt;br /&gt;ang nasasayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you hate someone right now?&gt; absolutely yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.What makes you happy?&gt; &lt;strong&gt;happiness is morning and evening, day time and night time too.  happiness is everything and everyone at all, that is love by you. I am happy whenever i feel that ive done something gud for someone.  i am happy whenever i am satisfying myself.  When I am eating my favorite food, when it is raining, and a lot of other things.  Life makes me happy.  Being alive makes me happy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-9194355059936596326?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/9194355059936596326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=9194355059936596326' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/9194355059936596326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/9194355059936596326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/08/another-friendster-bulletin.html' title='another friendster bulletin'/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-3167578080852231668</id><published>2007-08-09T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T15:40:15.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QJAwhIRDTQ/RruWeNTi1sI/AAAAAAAAAC8/SPDC2hhyq7I/s1600-h/bored.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096832849011726018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QJAwhIRDTQ/RruWeNTi1sI/AAAAAAAAAC8/SPDC2hhyq7I/s320/bored.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QJAwhIRDTQ/RruWRNTi1rI/AAAAAAAAAC0/g8khI5sqLks/s1600-h/bored.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096832625673426610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QJAwhIRDTQ/RruWRNTi1rI/AAAAAAAAAC0/g8khI5sqLks/s200/bored.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While on auto-in, while I was waiting for a call to came in, this song just came into my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;More to Life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Stacie Orrico&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've got it all, but I feel so deprived&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I go up, I come down and I'm emptier inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me what is this thing that I feel like I'm missing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And why can't I let it go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHORUS:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's gotta be more to life...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Than chasing down every temporary high to satisfy me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause the more that I'm...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trippin' out thinkin' there must be more to life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well it's life, but I'm sure... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's gotta be more(Than wanting more)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've got the time and I'm wasting it slowly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here in this moment I'm half-way out the door&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Onto the next thing, I'm searching for something that's missing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHORUS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'M WANTING MORE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm always waiting on something other than this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why am I feelin' like there's something I missed....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Always... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Always...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHORUS - repeat twice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;More to life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's gotta be more to life (more to life)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;T&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;here's gotta be more to life (more)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;More to my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is this a sign???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/5139209372992416553-3167578080852231668?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/3167578080852231668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=3167578080852231668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/3167578080852231668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/3167578080852231668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/08/while-on-auto-in-while-i-was-waiting.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QJAwhIRDTQ/RruWeNTi1sI/AAAAAAAAAC8/SPDC2hhyq7I/s72-c/bored.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-3413980851001187447</id><published>2007-08-09T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T15:22:09.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://valerie6.myweb.uga.edu/ouija5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://valerie6.myweb.uga.edu/ouija5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Due to unadulaterated boredom, when I was at work, my room mates played the Ouija Board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There is this weird story that there is a girl, a white lady, that is living in our house. And because of unadulterated boredom and curiosity, my housemates decided to explore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have a third eye. Yes, probably this is shocker but its true. And for some, they say that it is a gift, but for me, knowing how coward I can be, if I can return it to whoever give it to me, I will be more than willing to give it. The gift started when I was still in high school. When I once visited my grandfather's tomb in Sariaya all alone, to my awe, I just saw weird looking folks roaming around the cemetery. At first, I never bother because probably they are just like the others who are visiting their love ones. But on my way home, while I was walking the cemetery's gate, I saw my grandfather, looking at me, smiling at me, winking at me. I suddenly felt the coldness of the surroundings, I started to paniced in a discreet way, I try to control my fear. Knowing it is my grandfather, I know he will not harm me, but when I saw other amm.. how will I call it, ghost. Looking at me, staring at me, that is a different thing, I know my grandfather too well, but the others, nevermind. Starting that day, I never visited cemeteries again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After that I started feeling weird when I go to eerie places. From Hasmin, then at PUP, to the smoking area at West, to some sightings in the balcony of PS, sometimes even in buses, while walking in streets, there are everywhere, believe me, but they dont harm me, thankfully. Probably because they know how harmless I can get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, I also saw Beth, our silent house mate. I saw on my first visit here. Then when the stupid Joren saw her. I sometimes feel her when I am smoking at the balcony. I know that she is present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Back to the Ouija that my house mate played. They just told me that they do talked to her. Well, good for them that they were never harm. Knowing how spirits operate and all, they just freak the hell out of me knowing that at some point they will just enter your dream and make it into a freaky nightmare. I tried to warned them, but knowing how stubborn boys can be, warning will never be enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know how it feels to feel something that no one can feel. To see something that sometimes may find weird or crazy. To beleive in something that for some, never exist. And to tell you honestly, it is not fun. It sucks seeing shadows, hearing voices when you are alone somewhere, feeling paranoid. I dont like it. Good thing, they are not that active as before. Maybe they know that I will never give a damn whether they roam the earth or just stay peace and quiet. But I just hope that they stay peace and quiet. I hope that they rest in peace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&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/5139209372992416553-3413980851001187447?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/3413980851001187447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=3413980851001187447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/3413980851001187447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/3413980851001187447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/08/due-to-unadulaterated-boredom-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-7778852965017554838</id><published>2007-08-09T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T01:20:41.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on loving my beautiful disaster</title><content type='html'>You make me feel, so emotional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's either black or white,&lt;br /&gt;that's right&lt;br /&gt;We're makin love or in a fight&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you make me so blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then it feels so good,I&lt;br /&gt; knew it would&lt;br /&gt;You know the way to make me crazy&lt;br /&gt;I want to give it to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel so emotional&lt;br /&gt;I can't let go&lt;br /&gt; I'm so emotional&lt;br /&gt;I'm sinking fast into an ocean full of you&lt;br /&gt;I'm so emotional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take me high and low, you know&lt;br /&gt;I'm never sure which way you're gonna go&lt;br /&gt;You're such a mystery to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But baby hot or cold,&lt;br /&gt;you got a hold&lt;br /&gt;Of my imagination&lt;br /&gt;I think you know what i mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel so emotional&lt;br /&gt;I can't let go&lt;br /&gt;I'm so emotional&lt;br /&gt;I'm sinking fast into an ocean full of you&lt;br /&gt;I'm so emotional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain is falling down on me&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the sun comes out&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes north or south of love&lt;br /&gt;But never out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel so emotional&lt;br /&gt;I can't let go I'm so emotional&lt;br /&gt;I'm sinking fast into an ocean full of you&lt;br /&gt;I'm so emotional&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-7778852965017554838?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/7778852965017554838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=7778852965017554838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/7778852965017554838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/7778852965017554838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/08/on-loving-my-beautiful-disaster.html' title='on loving my beautiful disaster'/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-1894717442708033292</id><published>2007-08-08T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T16:32:22.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on coming out</title><content type='html'>Ronald told me about the site and when i viewed it, its really nice.  There are a lot of stories that you will relate to, pictures that will feast your eyes and a lot of opinions that will make you fee, "tama nga naman..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a good site.  And this makes me proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you want to be included, follow the instructions below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be a proud gay blogger! Want to be included in the Pinoy Gay Blogs listing? It’s easy! Here’s how:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Blog about &lt;a href="http://pinoygayblogs.com/"&gt;Pinoy Gay Blogs&lt;/a&gt; on your blog, and invite more Pinoy gay bloggers to join the fun! Please ensure that the blog post has a link to this site, as well as to the list’s sponsor site &lt;a href="http://manilagayguy.com/"&gt;manilagayguy.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Add http://pinoygayblogs.com and http://manilagayguy.com in your blogroll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Leave a comment here so we can review your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s that easy! 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You and your blog can also be featured here in this site.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-1894717442708033292?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/1894717442708033292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=1894717442708033292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/1894717442708033292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/1894717442708033292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/08/on-coming-out.html' title='on coming out'/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-4170216113742225352</id><published>2007-08-03T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T22:15:48.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On being certified...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QJAwhIRDTQ/RrQHA9Ti1qI/AAAAAAAAACs/3l5MVTFJ8X0/s1600-h/walk+away.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094704791500805794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QJAwhIRDTQ/RrQHA9Ti1qI/AAAAAAAAACs/3l5MVTFJ8X0/s400/walk+away.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6QJAwhIRDTQ/RrQG7dTi1pI/AAAAAAAAACk/vgR6wqUZ91Y/s1600-h/walk+away.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My headset is now on its box. My manual is now in my arms carrying it to my new station. I remove my name that signifies that I am still a trainee from the station that I have used for almost five weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Five weeks. Three weeks of trying my best to pull down my AHT, which never works. Two weeks of brain and body torture. And a week of playing safe and relaxing. Finally, I can say that I already secured my career in VXI, finally I am certified.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jerome and I are the first two people who got certified from our batch. Knowing how confident I am of myself, of course I see it coming. I know that I am good. I am smart, not intelligent. And I know that I have mastered this job so long that I have everything in me to best all my batchmates including my previous office mates from PS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally, it's here. I can feel the 22 thousand pesos, plus commission, that will show on my payroll account. I can see myself buying a new phone, then an iPod, then a digital camera. I can see myself having my own pc, going to work on a cab, eating out at the finest restaurants, going to gym on fitness first, and visiting my friends in mindanao. Now that it's here, I can definitely say that I can change my life now. All I need to do is to be extra friendly and cheerful, and it will all be worth it. I have plans in life, and now that i have the means, its time for the plans to took its place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But it still sucks. I know that I have everything i need but i have no one to share it with. Looking at the brighter side of things, I have everything for my own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I will continue walking this thin line between hell and the deep blue sea. Not knowing what will happen next, whether i will drown because of tears of be broken by the wall that blocks my path. What is important is that I am surviving. I am here. I am sober. And I am, ehem, richer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-4170216113742225352?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/4170216113742225352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=4170216113742225352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/4170216113742225352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/4170216113742225352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/08/on-being-certified.html' title='On being certified...'/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QJAwhIRDTQ/RrQHA9Ti1qI/AAAAAAAAACs/3l5MVTFJ8X0/s72-c/walk+away.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-7003511880495663847</id><published>2007-08-02T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T21:19:13.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>honestly speaking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i fly both ways when it comes to relationships&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i can't sing, dance, and act&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i'd rather be call smart than intelligent.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i dont believe in expectations because they lead to frustrations which will then lead to depressions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i am fat, though my friends tell me that i look ok with my new built&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i am good at thing when i focus, but when i suddenly lose my interest, i suck big time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i feel that relationships dont work for me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i am a good liar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i can be your best friend, but i can also be your worst enemy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i dont eat fish&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i'm bored&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-7003511880495663847?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/7003511880495663847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=7003511880495663847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/7003511880495663847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/7003511880495663847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/08/honestly-speaking.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-2341660624246874299</id><published>2007-07-31T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T09:47:47.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Waa... I am so in love with Joss Stone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.veoh.com/videodetails2.swf?player=videodetailsembedded&amp;type=v&amp;permalinkId=v611055BknCQcGD&amp;id=anonymous" allowFullScreen="true" width="540" height="438" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.veoh.com/"&gt;Online Videos by Veoh.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-2341660624246874299?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/2341660624246874299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=2341660624246874299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/2341660624246874299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/2341660624246874299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/07/waa.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-6058094287172005730</id><published>2007-07-31T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T20:24:28.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lets start august with a bang! here it is...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LJ IS NOW CERTIFIED!!!!!   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-6058094287172005730?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/6058094287172005730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=6058094287172005730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/6058094287172005730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/6058094287172005730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/07/lets-start-august-with-bang-here-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-28859728044350106</id><published>2007-07-28T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T01:21:04.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this song is dedicated to all my friends na nasasaktan sa mga ex nila, sa mga taong di makapagmove on, sa mga taong di makatulog, sa mga umiiyak ng wlang dahilan, in short sa mga bitter...ito ang para sa inyo! ito dapat maramdaman nu ngaun, reminder lang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wGeTqGcbLCQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wGeTqGcbLCQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/5139209372992416553-28859728044350106?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/28859728044350106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=28859728044350106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/28859728044350106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/28859728044350106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-song-is-dedicated-to-all-my.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-6745590643234950889</id><published>2007-07-26T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T21:11:34.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Avenue Q is a play in broadway that showcase puppets together with amazing stage actors.  I love this song, I love the comic relief.  And though sometimes life sucks, just remember, someone's life sucks more! hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jw3KW7WJtYM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jw3KW7WJtYM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/5139209372992416553-6745590643234950889?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/6745590643234950889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=6745590643234950889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/6745590643234950889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/6745590643234950889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/07/avenue-q-is-play-in-broadway-that.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-6689432963554943218</id><published>2007-07-25T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T23:41:17.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this one is for you, my beautiful disaster...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RjpV5T_uWHM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RjpV5T_uWHM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I woke througth the door,  I can feel your emotions&lt;br /&gt;Pulling me back, back to love you&lt;br /&gt;I know, Im caught up in the middle, I cry just a little, when I think of letting go...&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, gave up on the riddle, I cry just a little when he plays the piano in the dark...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-6689432963554943218?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/6689432963554943218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=6689432963554943218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/6689432963554943218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/6689432963554943218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/07/oh-no-im-caught-up-in-middle-i-cry-just.html' title='this one is for you, my beautiful disaster...'/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-8913932824925070647</id><published>2007-07-22T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T12:09:52.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/3864766/90082176/50570"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/9008217650570m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how thin i am back in college... now, this is me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/3864766/0/761685219"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/761685219m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know. I really become chubier, I really cant help it. Sometimes, I just tell myself that, "pambawi ko lang naman ng pagod ang pagkain e, pangtanggal din ng stress, ganun." But now I am seeing the great difference with these two photos, all I can say is, "LJ, kailangan mo ng magdiet ulit." waaaaaaa!!! yoko!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-8913932824925070647?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/8913932824925070647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=8913932824925070647' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/8913932824925070647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/8913932824925070647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-is-how-thin-i-am-back.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-7939642906542663904</id><published>2007-07-22T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T01:28:34.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;LJ PADLAN IS NOW QUALIFIED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the week ended with my AHT hitting 270 seconds! You may think that I am overwhelmingly happy and all, but actually I am not. Don't get me wrong. I am happy. I worked so hard to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What just sucks is how I am feeling right now. I know that in order for me not to lengthen the calls that I was getting, I tend to rush it. I tend to be sarcastic. I tend to be a bitch. I tend to be an escalation agent again, probably worst. And right now, I am feeling guilty. I end up saying to myself, "kawawa naman ang mga customer na dumaan sa kin kanina, wala silang napala."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want this job. I worked so hard just to be in my position right now, I dont want to waste it. Well, I still have one week to prove myself to everyone. Wish me luck, everyone...ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-7939642906542663904?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/7939642906542663904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=7939642906542663904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/7939642906542663904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/7939642906542663904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/07/lj-padlan-is-now-qualified-yes-week.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-1115154681868302034</id><published>2007-07-18T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T01:15:44.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;One word...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BH0ZgJXzlkk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BH0ZgJXzlkk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/5139209372992416553-1115154681868302034?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/1115154681868302034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=1115154681868302034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/1115154681868302034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/1115154681868302034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/07/who-am-i-one-word.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-3011049828921868664</id><published>2007-07-15T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T17:21:55.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sexy.namedecoder.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sexy.namedecoder.com/webimages/condoms-m-LOURDJENN.png" width="240" height="180" alt="Luscious One Unreservedly Rendering Delightful Joy and Erotic, Naughty Necking" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sexy.namedecoder.com"&gt;&lt;small&gt;Get Your Sexy Name&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-3011049828921868664?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/3011049828921868664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=3011049828921868664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/3011049828921868664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/3011049828921868664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/07/get-your-sexy-name.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-1035442907888566848</id><published>2007-07-15T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T09:51:13.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can Someone Translate This for Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9L0gJtIF5oQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9L0gJtIF5oQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.metrolyrics.com/scroller/scroller2.swf?lyricid=8028&amp;border=4&amp;bordert=0&amp;bgfont=0xC0C0C0&amp;bg=http://www.metrolyrics.com/scroller/bgs/ChristinaAguilera.jpg&amp;filter=0x000000&amp;filtert=0&amp;txt=0xFFFFFF&amp;fontname=arial&amp;fontsize=11&amp;speed=2" quality="high" width="180" height="210" name="scroll" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/lyrics/8028/Christina_Aguilera/Pero_Me_Acuerdo_De_Ti" title="Pero Me Acuerdo De Ti Lyrics"&gt;Pero Me Acuerdo De Ti Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any help will be appreciated.  Thanks.  ü&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-1035442907888566848?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/1035442907888566848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=1035442907888566848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/1035442907888566848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/1035442907888566848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/07/can-someone-translate-this-for-me.html' title='Can Someone Translate This for Me?'/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-2832248761261325755</id><published>2007-07-14T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T23:49:08.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6QJAwhIRDTQ/Rpm0ixA8gJI/AAAAAAAAACc/QQBa7FaFMPs/s1600-h/slave+to+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087295763457540242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" height="201" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6QJAwhIRDTQ/Rpm0ixA8gJI/AAAAAAAAACc/QQBa7FaFMPs/s320/slave+to+love.jpg" width="171" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I could love so many Masters or Mistresses perhaps. But you have an eerie beauty that delibitates me and absorbs me. You illuminate the punishments. I don't... I don't understand it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Beauty's Punishment by Anne Rice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-2832248761261325755?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/2832248761261325755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=2832248761261325755' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/2832248761261325755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/2832248761261325755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-could-love-so-many-masters-or.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6QJAwhIRDTQ/Rpm0ixA8gJI/AAAAAAAAACc/QQBa7FaFMPs/s72-c/slave+to+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-3174434316712442971</id><published>2007-07-14T09:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T22:54:32.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you want to be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QJAwhIRDTQ/Rpj8DRA8gII/AAAAAAAAACU/GEosT_cmE0U/s1600-h/day+dreamer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087092912152150146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QJAwhIRDTQ/Rpj8DRA8gII/AAAAAAAAACU/GEosT_cmE0U/s200/day+dreamer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;what do you want to be when you grow up? what is your ambition in life? when i was young and cute, a lot of teachers ask me this question. during that time, i always prepare for something big, when it is the start of classes and i know that there will be this stupid introduction thing that will take place, i am ready to impress my classmates. i usually tell them that i want to be a rocket scientist, microbiologist, genetic engineer, civil engineer and a surgeon (not just the ordinary doctor that my classmates will tell me, it must be surgeon!).&lt;br /&gt;then i grew up, and everything was messed up. now, i dont want to be a rocket scientist because i am afraid of heights. i dont want to be a microbiologist because i hate bacterias and other disgusting things. being a genetic engineer is now not on my list because i am not good in genetics, chromosomes and cross breedings. i dont see myself as a civil engineer because aside from the fact that i cant draw, i cant even create a straight line. lastly, being a surgeon will be the craziest thing that i will be, i will never be efficient because i hate blood, i despise seeing inner parts of the body, and i dont like to see someone in pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i find it hard answering the question "what do i want to be?" maybe because i become something that i never dream of, though i love my job and all of that, its hard when you reach the point that you will realize that this is never in your plan, it just sucks realizing that you are growing up and that you have to decide what you really wants. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if someone will ask me, "what i want to be?" my answer will be this: it is always my dream to be filthy rich. someone who has a condo unit in The Columns, who have lunch and at fancy restaurants, and who travels the world as a hobby. i want to be a photographer. someone who takes great pictures, pictures that will show the real emotions, pictures that will show the beauty of nature, and pictures that will convey what i cant say.i will be a legend. someone who will be remembered because i did something that is so important to humanity, what is it? dont ask me, i also dont know how will that happened. hehe...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to be the lj that i have in me. someone who never has to pretend to fit in. someone who creates a lasting impression to those whom i met. i want to be remember because of my bubbly personality, for my craziness, for my integrity, and for my sincerity. i want to become a hammock to everyone, i want to give comfort. i want to make sure that no one is left out, that no one will be isolated once i am around.&lt;br /&gt;lastly, i want to be happy. i want to be bright and shiny and overwhelmingly happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-3174434316712442971?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/3174434316712442971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=3174434316712442971' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/3174434316712442971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/3174434316712442971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-do-you-want-to-be.html' title='What do you want to be?'/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QJAwhIRDTQ/Rpj8DRA8gII/AAAAAAAAACU/GEosT_cmE0U/s72-c/day+dreamer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-7928540054137754652</id><published>2007-07-14T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T00:11:53.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;di talaga ako mahilig sumagot ng surveys sa friendster, kaso nung ginawa ko ito, natuwa naman ako kasi ang &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dami palang taong naging parte ng buhay ko. miss ko na po kayo. sobra!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will give a thing you will write theperson that reminds you of that thingand why it reminds u of that person...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. curtain- si jeff, kasi minsan ginawa niang gown ung kurtina nia, ang taray!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. knife- si joren, kasi muntikan na nia akong mapatay.&lt;br /&gt;3. guitar- si adrian, classmate ko nung highschool, wala lang, marunong lang siyang mag gitara.&lt;br /&gt;4. loofah- si andrew, roommate ko dati, xe ang tagal niang maligo.&lt;br /&gt;5. microphone- si edward, pinsan ko, kasi pag nagsasalita siya, kahit normal voice lang, para siya laging may microphone.&lt;br /&gt;6. red rose- si ate lengleng, mahilig kami kay dennis ng ghost fighter.&lt;br /&gt;7. computer- ung mga housemate ko ngaun na mahilig mag dota.&lt;br /&gt;8. bus- si bhem, kasi marami kaming sharing moments sa bus...&lt;br /&gt;9. megaphone- si caloy, basta un na.&lt;br /&gt;10. pencil- si pam, ung trainor ko now, kasi ampayat payat nia.&lt;br /&gt;11. anime- si abby, ang bestfriend ko sa west, kasi mukha siyang anime.&lt;br /&gt;12. puno- si eunice, xe napakadependable nia...&lt;br /&gt;13. table- si trisha, kasi masarap siyang kasamang kumain.&lt;br /&gt;14. ipis- s redg. ü&lt;br /&gt;15. candle- si em, bestfriend ko nung college kasi sobrang puti nia.&lt;br /&gt;16. mga bench s edsa- bench sa edsa?? hmm... meron bang bench sa edsa??? si ryan, masarap kasama pag tumatambay.&lt;br /&gt;17. flagpole- ung isa kong housemate na gusto lagi siyang nasa center ng attention.&lt;br /&gt;18. whiteboard/blackboard- si ms. jay, fave teacher ko nung hs, wala ng iba.&lt;br /&gt;20. chinese garter- si warner so, kasi isa siyang intsik.&lt;br /&gt;21. drawing table- si kate anne, kasi sobrang galing niang magdrawing.&lt;br /&gt;22. sunflower- si mara, she brighten up my day este night, este gy pala.&lt;br /&gt;23. mga novels- si neil, kasi siya ang library ko dati ng mga novels.&lt;br /&gt;24. calamares- si ipac, ADDICT!! mahilig siya dito...&lt;br /&gt;25. basketball- si edred kasi magaling siya dito&lt;br /&gt;26. yema- si jen geslani, bestfriend ko sa ps, kasi sobrang sweet nia.&lt;br /&gt;27. backpack- backpack...si theresa novicio, ito ang tipo ng bag nia nung college.&lt;br /&gt;28. kodigo- si richard abello, hehe....walang kokontra!!!&lt;br /&gt;29. teddy bear- si cy, hehe...gusto ko siyang yakapin.&lt;br /&gt;30. camera- si momentz, ang sarap niang kunan ng picture.&lt;br /&gt;31. rain- si ron decina, kasi he calms me.&lt;br /&gt;32. sky- si marigold, wala lang, siya lang naaalala ko.&lt;br /&gt;33. kisame- si joni, kasi bed niya ang humaharang sa kisame pag nakatingala ako sa bed&lt;br /&gt;35. sandok- si tita sandra, ang sarap niang magluto.&lt;br /&gt;36. bed- si diane, she comforts me.&lt;br /&gt;37. thong- si efren, hehe...kasi nagthothong siya nung college.&lt;br /&gt;38. school- batchmates ko nung hs and college.&lt;br /&gt;39. umbrella- mga true friends ko, they shelter me from harm, they keep me warm.&lt;br /&gt;40. newspaper- si charisse, wla lang, masama lang si charisse, marunong naman siyang gumawa ng balita e.&lt;br /&gt;41. eyeglasses- si sir arnold mendoza, kasi fave ko siyang teacher tapos nakaglasses siya.&lt;br /&gt;42. pizza- si joyce, sino pa...&lt;br /&gt;43. piano- si mickey, hehe... basta magaling siyang magpiano.&lt;br /&gt;44. grasses- tatay ko, masamang damo.&lt;br /&gt;45. paper- si phil, hinagisan kami ng papers sa product training.&lt;br /&gt;46. Noli me Tangere- si ginang, ang teacher ko ng filipino nung highschool.&lt;br /&gt;47. video camera- si lakay, mahilig gumawa ng scandal sa cr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ito na siguro ang pinakasamayang bulettin na ginawa ko, bwahahaha....ipopost ko ito sa blog ko.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-7928540054137754652?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/7928540054137754652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=7928540054137754652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/7928540054137754652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/7928540054137754652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/07/di-talaga-ako-mahilig-sumagot-ng.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-1228119764475137753</id><published>2007-07-14T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T08:45:58.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6QJAwhIRDTQ/RpjtZBA8gHI/AAAAAAAAACM/0f0GrNSALvk/s1600-h/lighthouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087076793139888242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="203" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6QJAwhIRDTQ/RpjtZBA8gHI/AAAAAAAAACM/0f0GrNSALvk/s320/lighthouse.jpg" width="207" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;J'ai besoin de trouver ma tour de phare !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/5139209372992416553-1228119764475137753?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/1228119764475137753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=1228119764475137753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/1228119764475137753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/1228119764475137753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/07/jai-besoin-de-trouver-ma-tour-de-phare.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6QJAwhIRDTQ/RpjtZBA8gHI/AAAAAAAAACM/0f0GrNSALvk/s72-c/lighthouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-7504609328651361780</id><published>2007-07-13T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T08:57:33.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/73/73/3823737/259347074l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/73/73/3823737/259347074l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I saw this picture on one of my friend's friedster profile. I like the darkness of the pic, I also like the boys in the pic. hehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-7504609328651361780?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/7504609328651361780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=7504609328651361780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/7504609328651361780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/7504609328651361780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-8553349768259120064</id><published>2007-07-12T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T20:47:56.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sober</title><content type='html'>Main Entry: 1so·ber&lt;br /&gt;Pronunciation: 'sO-b&amp;amp;r&lt;br /&gt;Function: adjective&lt;br /&gt;1 a : sparing in the use of food and drink : ABSTEMIOUS b : not addicted to intoxicating drink c : not drunk&lt;br /&gt;2 : marked by sedate or gravely or earnestly thoughtful character or demeanor&lt;br /&gt;3 : UNHURRIED, CALM&lt;br /&gt;4 : marked by temperance, moderation, or seriousness &lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 : subdued in tone or color&lt;br /&gt;6 : showing no excessive or extreme qualities of fancy, emotion, or prejudice&lt;br /&gt;synonym see SERIOUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to better understand it, listen... &lt;click&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E991QPq9wHg" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-8553349768259120064?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/8553349768259120064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=8553349768259120064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/8553349768259120064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/8553349768259120064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/07/sober.html' title='sober'/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-8298949201631180794</id><published>2007-07-11T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T20:44:31.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>balancing him and him</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.millard.k12.ut.us/inservice/2000/balance%20beam.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.millard.k12.ut.us/inservice/2000/balance%20beam.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am maneuvering on this stupid balance beam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont want to make someone happy and sad at the same time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont want to make my life complicated but I dont want it it to be boring...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really never planned to fall, but now it's here, What will I do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which side of the balance beam will I make my last somersault? Right or Left? My stable current or my unsure future?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/5139209372992416553-8298949201631180794?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/8298949201631180794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=8298949201631180794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/8298949201631180794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/8298949201631180794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-am-maneuvering-on-this-stupid-balance.html' title='balancing him and him'/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-3774647671261563663</id><published>2007-07-11T21:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T21:13:44.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6QJAwhIRDTQ/RpWp-RA8gGI/AAAAAAAAACE/vqK7zJNEyAU/s1600-h/broken.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086158241369194594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6QJAwhIRDTQ/RpWp-RA8gGI/AAAAAAAAACE/vqK7zJNEyAU/s200/broken.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will never ever create a blog about being heart broken... I will never ever create a bitter blog again!!!  I will never be bitter!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I think I just did.  &lt;sigh&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-3774647671261563663?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/3774647671261563663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=3774647671261563663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/3774647671261563663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/3774647671261563663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-will-never-ever-create-blog-about.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6QJAwhIRDTQ/RpWp-RA8gGI/AAAAAAAAACE/vqK7zJNEyAU/s72-c/broken.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-6622768812483795877</id><published>2007-07-11T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T21:09:48.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>10 things or less...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 things in life that makes me overwhelmingly happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Friends&lt;br /&gt;2.  Rain&lt;br /&gt;3.  Sex =p&lt;br /&gt;4.  Food in Children's Party&lt;br /&gt;5.  Helping others&lt;br /&gt;6.  Knowing that other people care for me and love me.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Falling in love&lt;br /&gt;8.  Baguio&lt;br /&gt;9. Taking photographs.&lt;br /&gt;10.  Knowing someone is reading my blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 things in life that makes me feel crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Someone breaking my trust&lt;br /&gt;2.  Traffic&lt;br /&gt;3.  Needing money&lt;br /&gt;4.  My family&lt;br /&gt;5.  Being broken hearted&lt;br /&gt;6.  Loving someone who cannot love me back&lt;br /&gt;7.  Feeling stupid&lt;br /&gt;8.  Feeling Hopeless&lt;br /&gt;9.  The feeling of Needing&lt;br /&gt;10.  Knowing that there are things I cannot change, but Im forcing it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-6622768812483795877?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/6622768812483795877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=6622768812483795877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/6622768812483795877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/6622768812483795877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/07/10-things-or-less.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-5156770446463626659</id><published>2007-07-10T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T20:38:46.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.texassandfest.com/HMMarvinPfeifferDeterminationWeb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.texassandfest.com/HMMarvinPfeifferDeterminationWeb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My running AHT this morning is 408 seconds...Crap! I need to have an AHT of 275 to qualify and in order for me to be certify this week. I don't want to stay longer in OJT! That will never happen!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can pull this off, LJ. You have to focus, LJ!! JUST FOCUS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-5156770446463626659?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/5156770446463626659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=5156770446463626659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/5156770446463626659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/5156770446463626659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-aht-this-morning-is-408-seconds.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-2918316902479256749</id><published>2007-07-09T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T22:16:36.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ANG LSS....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.metrolyrics.com/scroller/scroller.swf?lyricid=s1184043690&amp;border=12&amp;bordert=80&amp;bgfont=0xFF0010&amp;bg=http://www.sanandki.com/Imatges/waiting.jpg&amp;filter=0xFFFFFF&amp;filtert=25&amp;txt=0x000000&amp;fontname=verdana&amp;fontsize=13&amp;speed=2" quality="high" bgcolor="#006666" width="180" height="210" name="scroll" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-2918316902479256749?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/2918316902479256749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=2918316902479256749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/2918316902479256749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/2918316902479256749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/07/ang-lss.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-3361448172051035326</id><published>2007-07-09T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T20:41:57.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.faa.gov/education_research/education/educator_resources/educators_corner/grades_k_3/charting_weather/images/rainy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.faa.gov/education_research/education/educator_resources/educators_corner/grades_k_3/charting_weather/images/rainy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If there is one thing more unpredictable than me, it will be the weather. It is getting more and more upsetting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was bound to work last night, the road was still dry when I left the boarding house. Everything seems to be going my way. I was able to seat at my favorite spot in the jeep (beside the driver) in peace, but there was this fat lady who is keep on staring me last night acting like it was the first time he saw a guy wearing a pink shirt, duh! I was looking at the side mirror, assessing how I look, and then suddenly the rain just poured.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really irritating! It was the first time I saw the rain pour heavily and it drizzle. And take note, they take turns... And since I was beside the driver, and there is a fat lady that is between us. I was really soaking wet. How will I describe it? Think of it this way, half of my body is warm and dry like the Sahara Dessert and my other half is Wet and Freezing like the Arctic Ocean. Kagagaling ko palang naman sa trangkaso, (huhu. :'c )... And I am still half way before I get to RCBC... Then there is no dryer in our Washroom (discrimination! the ladies have one.)... Lastly, its qualifying week...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offense, I really love the rain! I love the rain when I am at home and sleeping, I adore it, when I am looking at it from my office window. But, if its possible, please dont rain when I am on the streets... Please lang po... ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-3361448172051035326?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/3361448172051035326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=3361448172051035326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/3361448172051035326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/3361448172051035326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/07/if-there-is-one-thing-more.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-4909718647478462086</id><published>2007-07-09T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T19:33:51.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6QJAwhIRDTQ/RpLvMTEwNkI/AAAAAAAAAB8/CClB2e-rpKU/s1600-h/ako+sa+rcbc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085389923812390466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6QJAwhIRDTQ/RpLvMTEwNkI/AAAAAAAAAB8/CClB2e-rpKU/s320/ako+sa+rcbc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me in my new battle field, behind me will be my future home. =p&lt;wink&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-4909718647478462086?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/4909718647478462086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=4909718647478462086' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/4909718647478462086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/4909718647478462086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/07/me-in-my-new-battle-field-behind-me.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6QJAwhIRDTQ/RpLvMTEwNkI/AAAAAAAAAB8/CClB2e-rpKU/s72-c/ako+sa+rcbc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-5154085299646097084</id><published>2007-07-09T02:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T02:16:57.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table background="#FFFFFF" border="0" style="border: 1px solid black;"width="450"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;-[ Lourdjenn ]-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found buried treasure and took over the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FF0000;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz_177.html"&gt;'What will you be remembered for?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: #FF0000;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-5154085299646097084?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/5154085299646097084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=5154085299646097084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/5154085299646097084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/5154085299646097084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/07/lourdjenn-found-buried-treasure-and.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-6649715247982750513</id><published>2007-07-09T02:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T02:05:15.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.skydive-dc.com/SunsetTandem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;pag bored, bigla na lang pumapasok sa isip ko na..."parang gusto ko mag sky dive..." good luck naman sa kin, hehe...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-6649715247982750513?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/6649715247982750513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=6649715247982750513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/6649715247982750513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/6649715247982750513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/07/pag-bored-bigla-na-lang-pumapasok-sa.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-2914961262256363180</id><published>2007-07-08T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T22:44:44.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Emman posted this bullettin on friendster, I love reminiscing my first year hs days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINK BACK TO 1ST YEAR HS... Let's seehow much you remember and how much youregret..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who was your best friend [classmate]?~ krystle&lt;br /&gt;2. Who did you like?~ i liked mrs diaz...&lt;br /&gt;3. What sport did you play?~ volleyball&lt;br /&gt;4.Did you buy your lunch?~ nope... packed lunch po&lt;br /&gt;5. It's Friday night, where were you?~ sa bahay, nag aaral, pag hindi, asa bahay ng classmate, nagaaral, gumagawa ng project, nagpapractice ng kung ano ano extra curicullar activities.&lt;br /&gt;6. Were you a party animal?~ hindi ko alam ung nung first year hs ako&lt;br /&gt;7. SKIP SCHOOl???~ bawal sa munsci...&lt;br /&gt;8. Did you get suspended/expelled?~ never&lt;br /&gt;9. Can you sing the alma mater?~ wala pang alma mater song nung 1st yr HS q&lt;br /&gt;10.What was your favorite subject?~ english, science, history&lt;br /&gt;11.What was your school's full name?~ muntinlupa nat'l high school scienceannex (nung 1st year) - later renamed asmuntinlupa science high school :D&lt;br /&gt;12. Did you go to the dances?~ uu...&lt;br /&gt;13. If you could go back in time anddo it all over, would you?~ wag nalang...&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you remember most about1st year?~ hmm... sobrang close kami ng mga kabatch ko&lt;br /&gt;15. Favorite memory in 1st yr?~ winning competitions&lt;br /&gt;16. Where did you go most often forlunch?~ sa classroon&lt;br /&gt;17. What did you do on the last day ofschool?~ clearance&lt;br /&gt;18. Did you like 1st year?~ uu... first eh :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-2914961262256363180?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/2914961262256363180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=2914961262256363180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/2914961262256363180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/2914961262256363180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/07/emman-posted-this-bullettin-on.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-368218104862139478</id><published>2007-07-08T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T22:35:11.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've learned that sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be angry, but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-368218104862139478?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/368218104862139478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=368218104862139478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/368218104862139478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/368218104862139478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/07/ive-learned-that-sometimes-when-im.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-3601598063795279009</id><published>2007-07-08T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T22:32:10.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/18/37/2457381/743051590m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/18/37/2457381/743051590m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ever since i met gerald, my life has never been the same again. He is the type of person that you really want to be with. he is fun, smart, comic, and lastly, sincere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I' ve learned a lot from him, when i am between hell and the deep blue sea, he ground me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let me share you the things that this fab person shared me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"everyone has at least one mean bone in their body! it just so happens that i'm jubes so all the meanness is hidden under layers of taba and cholesterol. people think fat people are nice because they have to compensate for not having a jackson body pero the meanest people i know are either panget or a fatness first member. pero generally, i'm nice naman."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"maybe i just have to accept the fact na whatever i do, i'll always be sad, one way or another. it's better to accept the fate of a lifetime of loneliness than wait for the happiness that will never arrive. it isn't pessimism, it's just being real."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i think i should stop being extremely nice and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;polite to everyone simply because only a handful would ever exercise the same amount of niceties, tolerance and politeness towards me. not that i'd do a 180 and become bitcherella but i'll give people the treatment they deserve." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"there's a hint of happiness in all the the loneliness that comes with being pathetic."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i should be the first of all people to know this but sometimes, people need a taste of their own medicine to feel how painful a weapon words can be. they don't give fleshwounds but words can cut deep enough to hurt and leave us bleeding, especially when they come from people that we love."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gerald, your a genius! Lj miss Gerald!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-3601598063795279009?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/3601598063795279009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=3601598063795279009' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/3601598063795279009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/3601598063795279009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/07/ever-since-i-met-gerald-my-life-has.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-8145760265745527340</id><published>2007-07-08T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T19:47:23.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mobilemag.com/images/nokia6280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.mobilemag.com/images/nokia6280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bwahaha!!! Makakabili na ako ng ganito sa katapusan!!! Yeay!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-8145760265745527340?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/8145760265745527340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=8145760265745527340' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/8145760265745527340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/8145760265745527340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/07/bwahaha-makakabili-na-ako-ng-ganito-sa.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-456973997388497197</id><published>2007-07-08T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T19:24:13.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mcps.k12.md.us/schools/sequoyahes/Media%20Center/images/wired.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.mcps.k12.md.us/schools/sequoyahes/Media%20Center/images/wired.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Right now, I feel that I am getting more and more dumb each passing day. I want to prove to myself that I am still smart and intelligent, and not dumb and stupid. And to determine the truth, let's take an IQ TEST! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I took two exams, the Classic and the Super IQ Test,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I feel that I am student again, hehe... The exam was hard, and the results for the super IQ Test is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LJ, your IQ score is 106&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your overall intelligence quotient is the result of a scientifically-tested formula based on how many questions you answered correctly. But it's only part of what we learned about you from your answers on the test. We also determined the way you process information.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The way you think about things makes you an Original Thinker. This means you're a naturally abstract thinker. You pick up visual detail that others routinely miss. You're also very good at making connections that don't already exist, and you have your own ideas of how the world works. While your talents matter greatly in real life, they are sometimes overlooked in less thorough intelligence tests. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How did we determine that your thinking style is that of an Or&lt;a href="http://cache.gettyimages.com/xt/200552607-001.jpg?v=1&amp;g=NLM&amp;amp;s=1"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px" height="293" alt="" src="http://cache.gettyimages.com/xt/200552607-001.jpg?v=1&amp;g=NLM&amp;amp;s=1" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;iginal Thinker? When we examined your test results further, we analyzed how you scored on 8 dimensions of intelligence: spatial, organizational, abstract reasoning, logical, mechanical, verbal, visual and numerical. The 3 dimensions you scored highest on combine to make you an Original Thinker. Only 6 out of 1,000 people have this rare combination of abilities.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ehem! Sorry, 6 out of 1,000 people have this rare combinations of abilities daw o!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;For the Classical IQ Test:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Congratulations, LJ!Your IQ score is 113&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This number is based on a scientific formula that compares how many questions you answered correctly on the Classic IQ Test relative to others. Your Intellectual Type is Insightful Linguist. This means you are highly intelligent and have the natural fluency of a writer and the visual and spatial strengths of an artist. Those skills contribute to your creative and expressive mind. And that's just some of what we know about you from your test results. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;At least, I can say, I have still have a beautiful mind...ü&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5139209372992416553-456973997388497197?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/456973997388497197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=456973997388497197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/456973997388497197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/456973997388497197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/07/right-now-i-feel-that-i-am-getting-more.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-7662144834971038621</id><published>2007-07-08T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T17:53:50.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Punkymoods (Unkymoods redux): Showcase your current mood" href="http://www.punkymoods.net/"&gt;&lt;img alt="My Unkymood Punkymood (Unkymoods)" src="http://www.punkymoods.net/mood.php?userid=6258" 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/5139209372992416553-7662144834971038621?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/7662144834971038621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=7662144834971038621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/7662144834971038621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/7662144834971038621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-feel_08.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-8622887133712359308</id><published>2007-07-08T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T19:49:13.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.herword.com/scenes/ccpfiesta/bituin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;after lunch yesterday, to my awe, ruel and I saw Bituin Escalante standing in front of our house. She was one of the visitors in our rich neighbor's house, they are having an evetn or somethin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is, "buti nalang magaling siyang kumanta," hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bad, Eljay, bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.herword.com/scenes/ccpfiesta/bituin.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5139209372992416553-8622887133712359308?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/8622887133712359308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=8622887133712359308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/8622887133712359308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/8622887133712359308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/07/after-lunch-yesterday-to-my-awe-ruel.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-8572713777181168917</id><published>2007-07-08T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T06:50:26.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.wordseye.com/sl/webpage-db/2006-12-24/7860.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.wordseye.com/sl/webpage-db/2006-12-24/7860.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wordseye.com/sl/webpage-db/2006-12-24/7860.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I ask all my friends if loving so much will be a sin, a mistake, or something to be ashamed of. a friend replied, ''yeah, we all want to be loved but if the shower of emotions doesn't come from the right person, we neglect it. take it for granted. i'd rather be as dry as the sahara than get stormed by love from the wrong person." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to talk to my friend after i received the message. i know i am argumentative but after i read it, i know that there is something that i want to explain. love is something that we just feel, it is so magnetic that it will just keep us coming back to the person that made us feel that. that is the way i see it, probably that is the way i love. people will say that once you love, leave something for yourself, but can someone introduce me to a person who love and still leave something for himself? i know that we are in control of our mind, our heart, and our actions but sometimes, love will just start doing things that we are not aware of. it will be automatic. digital. something we cant control. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know we have our own idea of what will be our ideal partner. but what if that ideal partner does not exist? what if you will just meet someone that is the exact opposite of that ideal partner that you dream of? and you love that person, will you hinder yourself from loving so much? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know. everyone is thinking that loving someone so much is a sin, a mistake, something that we must be ashame of. but what if you love someone, can you stop yourself from loving that person so much? i believe that it will never be a sin, because love encompasses everything. it is something so beautiful that it can't be wasted, it has no regrets, no hard feelings. its just pure love. and whether you will love someone so much, it will be your responsibility, it is your decision, your sole choice, and no one can question that, because if something bad happens, it will be nice that you will be the one who will personally learn how to be responsible with your decisions and you will feel good, y? because you learn to love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-8572713777181168917?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/8572713777181168917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=8572713777181168917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/8572713777181168917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/8572713777181168917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-ask-all-my-friends-if-loving-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-387005077256888800</id><published>2007-07-08T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T06:23:15.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/rainforest/6525/whitetigercub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand" height="212" alt="" src="http://www.geocities.com/rainforest/6525/whitetigercub.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(when i was still a trainee in West, the trainors ask us to write something, the topic is: what is our indispensible tiger? something that we cannot live without. Here is what i come up during that time...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was year 2001, when i usad to be a participant of the Intel Philippines Science Fair. it was a regional competition held each year to bring the best researchers in the country. i was a contestant then, while she was there to take some photographs for their school paper. the feeling was weird. because instead of watching the program and focusing on the competition proper, i was waiting for her to go to the front to take those snapshots. i don't know why. then the competition end, i was so upset, not just because our school lost but it was my last time to see "ms. photographer," what upsets me more is that i don't have her name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met theresa on my freshman year at pup. we were seatmates, cheatmates, lunchmates, and a lot of other things. we were always together because we share the same interests. in short, we became the best of friends. tere and i were always there for each other, we solve our problems together, cry together, laugh together, study together, get silly together and do bad things together. i really enjoyed her company, i just love being with her. that time, tere was my biggest treasure. my joy. the only thing that i keeps me moving on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was the end of the semester when we started sharing stories about our high school days. we started talking about the competitins we've been into. then something unbelievable happen, i can't believe it when she told me that she was in the science fair that i participated in, supporting her classmates, taking photographs for their school paper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theresa is my ms. photographer, my bestfriend, my indespensable tiger, the only thing i cannot live without. and even if she has someone in her life now, i will still be the best friend she wanted me to be, and even though i wanted something else, i am willing to sacrifice the feeling that i have for her, because i want her to be happy, and i am happy when she is happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-387005077256888800?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/387005077256888800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=387005077256888800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/387005077256888800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/387005077256888800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/07/when-i-was-still-trainee-in-west.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-7646315909441689947</id><published>2007-07-08T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T06:10:19.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" height="260" alt="" src="http://www.spiritconnecxions.com/message_in_a_bottle_zoom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I cant explain what i am feeling...its overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;the happiness may drown me, but its making me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;its ecstatic. its magnificent. its unadulturated. its bliss.&lt;br /&gt;i never believe that i will feel this way again.&lt;br /&gt;but now its here, i dont know how will i handle it.&lt;br /&gt;now, i feel that i am ready again.&lt;br /&gt;just give me time to assess the ground where i am standing.&lt;br /&gt;and when i feel that it is safe, that it is sure, il make a move.&lt;br /&gt;just wait....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-7646315909441689947?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/7646315909441689947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=7646315909441689947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/7646315909441689947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/7646315909441689947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-cant-explain-what-i-am-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-4133452058815200534</id><published>2007-07-08T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T05:57:37.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>music man...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6QJAwhIRDTQ/RpDegDEwNjI/AAAAAAAAAB0/XhUjtAAvtBs/s1600-h/guitar+man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084808621463713330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6QJAwhIRDTQ/RpDegDEwNjI/AAAAAAAAAB0/XhUjtAAvtBs/s400/guitar+man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When it comes to music, which do you prefer, the melody or the lyrics? Me? I prefer the lyrics more. I love songs that conveys so much. Its more pleasant to hear the lyrics because that is what the song is all about. I know the melody makes the song unique. But without the lyrics, it will just be, i guess, sound. Lyrics help me realize things. It makes me adjust to situations. The words will also give you a lesson learned or perhaps will wake you from your daydream. It will tell you that reality exist, that somewriters also know how you feel in certain situations. It will make you feel better because, in this big big world, that in this complicated life. Someone also cries, laugh, be happy, get excited, do stupid things, get crazy and break down. Lyrics will make you feel that though you are experiencing tough things, somewhere, out there, someone suffers more. And the best outlet for them is through writing the words, and incorporating it in an amazing melody, then, tomorrow, it will be a hit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-4133452058815200534?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/4133452058815200534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=4133452058815200534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/4133452058815200534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/4133452058815200534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/07/music-man.html' title='music man...'/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6QJAwhIRDTQ/RpDegDEwNjI/AAAAAAAAAB0/XhUjtAAvtBs/s72-c/guitar+man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-8679742483093485413</id><published>2007-07-07T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T22:25:01.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.metrolyrics.com/scroller/scroller2.swf?lyricid=2147444853&amp;border=2&amp;bordert=0&amp;bgfont=0xFFFFFF&amp;bg=http://www.metrolyrics.com/scroller/bgs/kelly-1.jpg&amp;filter=0x000000&amp;filtert=5&amp;txt=0xFFFFFF&amp;fontname=arial&amp;fontsize=11&amp;speed=2" quality="high" width="180" height="210" name="scroll" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/sober-lyrics-kelly-clarkson.html" title="Sober Lyrics"&gt;Sober Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-8679742483093485413?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/8679742483093485413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=8679742483093485413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/8679742483093485413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/8679742483093485413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/07/sober-lyrics.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-6629477101608158991</id><published>2007-07-07T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T22:24:21.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6QJAwhIRDTQ/RpBzTjEwNiI/AAAAAAAAABs/u6MZ8qY9FQI/s1600-h/sober.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6QJAwhIRDTQ/RpBzTjEwNiI/AAAAAAAAABs/u6MZ8qY9FQI/s400/sober.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084690758971176482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.blingyblob.com/glittermatic/holder.swf?message=Et%20je%20ne%20sais%20pas%20que%20je%20pourrais%20%C3%A9craser%20et%20pourrais%20br%C3%BBler%20mais%20peut%2D%C3%AAtre%20A%20la%20fin%20de%20cette%20route%20je%0Dpourrais%20attraper%20un%20aper%C3%A7u%20de%20moi%20Si%20je%20ne%20me%20soucierai%20pas%20de%20mon%20moment%2C%20je%20ne%20veut%20pas%20l%27obtenir%20juste%0Dcomparer%2C%20deuxi%C3%A8me%20devinant%2C%20non%20pas%20cette%20fois&amp;font=fonts/font2.swf&amp;glitter=glitters/glitter25.swf&amp;swfHeight=152&amp;bevel=1&amp;shadow=1&amp;glow=1&amp;blur=0&amp;fade=1&amp;blink=0&amp;fontsize=20&amp;num=25" quality="high" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="ffffff" width="500" height="152" name="glitters" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="samedomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-6629477101608158991?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/6629477101608158991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=6629477101608158991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/6629477101608158991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/6629477101608158991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/07/embed-srchttpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6QJAwhIRDTQ/RpBzTjEwNiI/AAAAAAAAABs/u6MZ8qY9FQI/s72-c/sober.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-2439736088692399785</id><published>2007-07-07T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T10:04:51.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QJAwhIRDTQ/Ro_HmjEwNhI/AAAAAAAAABk/NYTtilTCc8s/s1600-h/broken+heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084501969388713490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QJAwhIRDTQ/Ro_HmjEwNhI/AAAAAAAAABk/NYTtilTCc8s/s320/broken+heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Why did i never see it coming? I've been looking at his friendster account since i dont know, and I just saw it now. His occupation: Sr Executive - QA. Sr Executive, meaning like a QA Supervisor in PS, someone who handles Quality Analyst. Maybe I'm wrong, but why does it have a Sr Executive discription?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I also noticed one of his friends commenting on him changing her schedule, he has the power to change someone else's sched! I know this industry that much that when I know someone who has the capacity to change scheds, it means that you are someone who really made it in this industry. Crap, I really dont know what I am feeling, I really like him, but he is too good for me. He is too successful for me. I really hate it when I feel intimidated. I am confident with myself, I am strong, but sometimes I feel so fucked up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I really admire his humility. His attitude. His awesome smile. But I admire more someone who has the honesty to tell things... And now he stopped texting, he stopped communicating. After I expressed how I adore him, how I care, how he means the world to me, he stopped communicating. Sometimes the truth really sucks, but what sucks more is that you have to put yourself back together because you beleive in a lie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When will I learn? I don't know... All I know now is that things happen for a reason, maybe we don't deserve each other, and now, Lord made me realize that I can never live in a fantasy. I will never deserve him. Because I am dark and twisted, and he is...so beautiful, such a beautiful disaster. ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&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/5139209372992416553-2439736088692399785?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/2439736088692399785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=2439736088692399785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/2439736088692399785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/2439736088692399785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/07/why-did-i-never-see-it-coming-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QJAwhIRDTQ/Ro_HmjEwNhI/AAAAAAAAABk/NYTtilTCc8s/s72-c/broken+heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-7880815267725084390</id><published>2007-07-07T02:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T02:50:34.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now I know what Picto-Personality test is, it's analyzing your personality through pictures... Biruin mo yun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the result of my test:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="3" style="background: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" width="300"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;h1&gt;The Picto-Personality Test&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/result_images/head-map.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;You are a person who is incredibly tranquil and values peace above all else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When alone, you appreciate being able to do nothing if you want to, and setting your own pace for things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are intelligent.  You use your time to its fullest potential and will go very far in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the future you will be happy and live richly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="background: white; color: black;" width="300"&gt;&lt;a style="color: black; text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=71"&gt;Take this Test&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a style="color: black; text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-7880815267725084390?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/7880815267725084390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=7880815267725084390' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/7880815267725084390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/7880815267725084390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/07/now-i-know-what-picto-personality-test.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-2603732467425752505</id><published>2007-07-07T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T02:39:20.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was browsing through Trisha's blogs and found something, it has a title of "The Picto-Personality Test," whatever that is...  When I clicked the link, and browse through the page, this test then catch my attention.  I want to ask myself this question eons ago.  When I answered all the questions with all honesty, and the results show, I can't beleive what I found out.  Here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#FFFFFF" border="0" width="350" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" style="color: black; border: 1px solid black; background: white;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="30"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Are you a good boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/fullheart.jpg"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;You are a great lover.  This will get you into many wonderful relationships.  You know how to treat your partner.  You are skilled in love and it might be helpful to teach others.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="15"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#000000" height="5"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FFFFFF;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz_182.html"&gt;'Are you a good boyfriend/girlfriend?'&lt;/a&gt; &lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;at&lt;/font&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KALOKOHAN... Hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-2603732467425752505?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/2603732467425752505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=2603732467425752505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/2603732467425752505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/2603732467425752505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-was-browsing-through-trishas-blogs.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-1938442309797745407</id><published>2007-07-07T02:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T02:07:09.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality is Somewhat Common (ISFJ)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/personality.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your personality type is stubborn, conservative, trustworthy, and caring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 13% of all people have your personality, including 18% of all women and 7% of all men&lt;br /&gt;You are Introverted, Sensing, Feeling, and Judging.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/"&gt;How Rare Is Your Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-1938442309797745407?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/1938442309797745407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=1938442309797745407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/1938442309797745407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/1938442309797745407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/07/your-personality-is-somewhat-common.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-43324849504983649</id><published>2007-07-07T02:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T02:02:21.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=280px bgcolor=#000099 border=1 bordercolor=black&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;Td bgcolor=#ccffff align=center&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: arial,verdana; font-size: 12pt; color: black;"&gt;Your Icecream Flavour is...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: arial,verdana; font-size: 16pt; color:#000099;"&gt;Neopolitan!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;Tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=white&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.go-quiz.com/icecream-neopolitan.gif" align=right&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: arial,verdana; font-size: 12pt; color: black;"&gt;You aren't satisfied with just one flavor. They say variety is the spice of life and this shines through in your Ice cream of choice! Just don't eat all the chocolate and leave the strawberry and vanilla behind!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/icecream/icecream-test.php"&gt;What is your Icecream Flavour?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find out at &lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/"&gt;Go Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-43324849504983649?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/43324849504983649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=43324849504983649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/43324849504983649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/43324849504983649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/07/your-icecream-flavour-is.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-2823873074755810565</id><published>2007-07-07T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T01:53:15.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=4 width=200px&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#ffcccc align=center&gt;&lt;font style='color:black; font-size:18pt;'&gt;How to make a Lourdjenn&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=white&gt;&lt;font style='color:black; font-size:12pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 part jealousy&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 parts self-sufficiency&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 parts energy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#ffffcc&gt;&lt;font style='color:black; font-size:12pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Method:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Stir together in a glass tumbler with a salted rim. Add a little cocktail umbrella and a dash of curiosity&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;form method="POST" action="http://www.go-quiz.com/cocktail/cocktail.php"&gt;Username:&lt;input name="uname"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;input type=submit value="How do you make a 'you'?"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/cocktail/cocktail.php"&gt;Personality cocktail&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com"&gt;Go-Quiz.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-2823873074755810565?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/2823873074755810565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=2823873074755810565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/2823873074755810565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/2823873074755810565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/07/how-to-make-lourdjenn-ingredients-1.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-8849133981164175424</id><published>2007-07-07T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T01:49:22.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.drijfzand.com/images/lost_game.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.drijfzand.com/images/lost_game.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" height="110" alt="" src="http://www.drijfzand.com/images/lost_game.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.drijfzand.com/images/lost_game.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I feel stupid. I really cannot understand why I only realize that I am losing something the moment I am not using that thing already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This morning, I remembered that I have this particular pants that I love to wear when my waist line was still 30, its bench, its blue, and its faded. Though I am feeling sick, I took all the energy that is left within me, to search for it. In my cabinet, in my hamper, in the spot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.drijfzand.com/images/lost_game.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;where we normally place our pants, but to my dissapointment, I never found it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.drijfzand.com/images/lost_game.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then, when I was about to take a bath, and when I was about to get the things that I needed to take a bath, I CANNOT FIND MY TOWEL!!! Where is my freaking towel? I was here since last night, it is just beside my bed and now, I cannot find it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.drijfzand.com/images/lost_game.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today, I've learned that we must not neglect all the simple things that we have. Though it is just a towel, a pants, or someone that means a lot to you, you must not neglect it. Because it is hard losing something...you will panic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&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/5139209372992416553-8849133981164175424?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/8849133981164175424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=8849133981164175424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/8849133981164175424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/8849133981164175424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-feel-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-4604084274116867488</id><published>2007-07-06T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T03:08:53.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6QJAwhIRDTQ/Ro9lYzEwNgI/AAAAAAAAABc/HU-PKmDWD88/s1600-h/helping+hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084393981025990146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6QJAwhIRDTQ/Ro9lYzEwNgI/AAAAAAAAABc/HU-PKmDWD88/s320/helping+hand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You've been hurt by unhealing pain and sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Together,  let's carry each other's indelible pasts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't give up on living!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I took your hand.  Will I lose them one day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I want to protect you and your fading smile, so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Even if the resounding voice that calls me should wither...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Even if it's scrathced away by the winds that blow with time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will find you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You, who've been hurt by unspeakable pain and sadness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't say things like "I can't laugh" or "I hate people."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There's meaning in everything to happen in the unseen future,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For now, you're fine as you are, I know a time'll when you'll realize it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You and Me, two have spoken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One day, we'll understand each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QJAwhIRDTQ/Ro8QrjEwNcI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eIRTUHaEHwE/s1600-h/hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/5139209372992416553-4604084274116867488?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/4604084274116867488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=4604084274116867488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/4604084274116867488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/4604084274116867488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/07/youve-been-hurt-by-unhealing-pain-and.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6QJAwhIRDTQ/Ro9lYzEwNgI/AAAAAAAAABc/HU-PKmDWD88/s72-c/helping+hand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-8963265204121608531</id><published>2007-07-06T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T01:50:20.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6QJAwhIRDTQ/Ro8NDTEwNbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/EkSOLyQi6aE/s1600-h/depressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084296854635558322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" height="207" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6QJAwhIRDTQ/Ro8NDTEwNbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/EkSOLyQi6aE/s320/depressed.jpg" width="265" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;nobody knows who i really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i never felt this empty before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and if i ever need someone to come along...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;who's gonna comfort me and keep me strong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the journey still continues on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;even on quiet daysafter the moon completes its phase,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;t will shine light upon ships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i pray and wait for the new day to come...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;until it arrives across the vividly sparkling ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-taken from the anime "bleach"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-8963265204121608531?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/8963265204121608531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=8963265204121608531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/8963265204121608531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/8963265204121608531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/07/nobody-knows-who-i-really-am.html' title=''/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6QJAwhIRDTQ/Ro8NDTEwNbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/EkSOLyQi6aE/s72-c/depressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-8739350418339470631</id><published>2007-07-06T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T09:15:36.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my sign...</title><content type='html'>for the sake of updating my blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Virgo - Your Love Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourloveprofilequiz/virgo-love.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Your positive traits:&lt;br /&gt;You're incredibly thoughtful and able to give your partner what they need most.You are totally logical. You can deal with problems without involving your emotions.A good work ethic. You'll do whatever it takes (within reason) to make your relationship work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Your negative traits:&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you are so focused on your goals that you let your relationships sufferYou tend to be a perfectionist - and expect perfection from your mate as wellYou are picky. So picky that you rather be single than with someone who has a few minor faults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Your ideal partner:&lt;br /&gt;Values success in life as much as you doFits a checklist of qualities you've been looking for since childhoodLike you, is more practical and realistic than romantic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Your dating style:&lt;br /&gt;Active. You're a bit hyper, so you'd prefer a date that involved rollerblading in the park or hiking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Your seduction style:&lt;br /&gt;You may seem a bit shy, but once you open up to someone - you're totally uninhibitedYou like to set the scene first - candles, music, nice sheetsA bit obsessed with cleanliness, you may want to shower first with your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Tips for the future:&lt;br /&gt;Soften up a little. Vulnerability is sexy - and feels great over time.Lower your standards a little. Look past a messy desk or someone being five minutes late.Praise your partner more. You make expect them to be successful, but complements are still appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Best color to attract mate: Navy blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Best day for a date: Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourloveprofilequiz/"&gt;What's" Your Love Profile?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139209372992416553-8739350418339470631?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/8739350418339470631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139209372992416553&amp;postID=8739350418339470631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/8739350418339470631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139209372992416553/posts/default/8739350418339470631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angedemort.blogspot.com/2007/07/for-sake-of-updating-my-blog.html' title='my sign...'/><author><name>death_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04820119099462072725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/66/74/3864766/129820384m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139209372992416553.post-7368449819378486913</id><published>2007-07-06T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T20:35:21.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me introduce myself...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6QJAwhIRDTQ/Ro367zEwNYI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N2LXImiELZk/s1600-h/Azrael__Angel_of_Death_by_gaux_gaux.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083995459600528770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6QJAwhIRDTQ/Ro367zEwNYI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N2LXImiELZk/s400/Azrael__Angel_of_Death_by_gaux_gaux.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM THE ANGEL OF DEATH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you can trust me but dont trust me too much.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am someone who can stab you in the back.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i can make you feel special with a single touch, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and with a blink of an eye, i can break your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you can find me quiet, you can find me calm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but beware, what you find is what you never seek.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i know how to love, to care, to make you feel warm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but i also know how to hate and how to play with fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i have wings that can take you up high.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but on my right hand i a weapon that will make you cry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i stood on the grave of everlasting dispair, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im contagious, the moment i care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i wear a mask made of unadultarated glee.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for people not to see the evil in me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;never attempt or teach me to change.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fat chance, change is not for me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;life make me act and think this way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am good and evil in alternating days.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am a human that knows how to love, to be compassionate, to care.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but inside, i am the angel of death, i am born to kill. ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5139209372992416553-7368449819378486913?l=angedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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