<?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-2630025545906979871</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:56:38.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enslave</title><subtitle type='html'>This is my realm. Enter if you dare. Leave if you value your life. "mwahahahahah!! just kidding!"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Xchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509574756686198281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQLQWGzqljI/AAAAAAAAAJw/i7ek0LjTxJg/S220/1_733249572l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630025545906979871.post-3893307978635133663</id><published>2009-09-19T02:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T02:35:29.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgic</title><content type='html'>There I was standing in front of her. For almost a year I haven't seen/talked to her personally and now she's in front of me. While I was looking at her face, it seemed like she didn't change a bit. Old memories came flashing back, happy and sad ones all mixed together. I wasn't mad at her, nor was I wanting to go home that time. I wanted to stay, to talk to her, I wanted the time to stop and the people would freeze like the only two of us can move. What was I thinking back then? It seemed like I was drag back to time, yet I hold on to the present. When we started a conversation it revolved around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ANIME&lt;/span&gt;, like the old times. In the back of my mine I was saying to myself "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ANIME&lt;/span&gt; again? She went back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ANIME&lt;/span&gt;?" Then we went outside and bought ice cream. Sat on the bench and then I started talking. I told her almost everything that has happened to me since we lost communication. She started laughing, criticizing, and admiring  my story. I still feel comfortable telling her things that I wouldn't tell others. She also shared some of the things that has happened to her. I noticed that the way that she sat was not right. So I asked her if she had accident, she answered "yes." But I didn't bother asking what happened. Looks like in a Year many things would happen. People change but some feelings still does remain. I didn't notice the time because I was really enjoying her company. It felt like I wanted to tell her so many things but there was no time left. Before we went home we went to see some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DVD's&lt;/span&gt; at the sidewalk. Just like old times we usually do that everyday. Looking for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;anime&lt;/span&gt;/movies to watch. I walked her like just we walked before going home. I  had a great time. I didn't tell you that "I missed you" because i didn't know what your reaction would be. But now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; saying it. I missed you! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630025545906979871-3893307978635133663?l=enslavedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/feeds/3893307978635133663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630025545906979871&amp;postID=3893307978635133663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/3893307978635133663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/3893307978635133663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/2009/09/nostalgic.html' title='Nostalgic'/><author><name>Xchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509574756686198281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQLQWGzqljI/AAAAAAAAAJw/i7ek0LjTxJg/S220/1_733249572l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630025545906979871.post-8453881652853963273</id><published>2009-08-23T00:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T00:57:40.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chance</title><content type='html'>Weeee!!! I'm back? hahahaha!! Glad to be alive! Thank you God for giving me another CHANCE. I know what you want me to do and you keep on reminding me T__T After 10 days of suffering from amoebiasis here I am. From a waist line of 30 down to 27 ( I feel I'm so SEXY right now) and from being slim to being thin in just a few days. Err... never will I want to have that experience ever again. Staying at home, having fever, going to the bathroom 50 times a day. It nearly killed me and my mom was thinking of bringing me to the hospital, but I insisted not to because I don't want them spending money. For almost 10 days all I could see was the four corners of my room, our two dogs, lucky for me my cellphone had a lot of mp3 so I wasn't bored. Thinking of simple things like eating, walking, going to work, having a healthy body, seemed so important. Because of the gradual loss of minerals of my body I became weak that I couldn't even walk. I don't know how I survived but I know that GOD was the one who helped me. It's quite sad to think that we only come to GOD and ask HIM for help when we our in trouble. I've learned a lesson, a big one that's for sure. That in everything you do, put GOD first. Never forget HIM because HE never forgets you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630025545906979871-8453881652853963273?l=enslavedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/feeds/8453881652853963273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630025545906979871&amp;postID=8453881652853963273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/8453881652853963273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/8453881652853963273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/2009/08/chance.html' title='Chance'/><author><name>Xchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509574756686198281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQLQWGzqljI/AAAAAAAAAJw/i7ek0LjTxJg/S220/1_733249572l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630025545906979871.post-4274394340108213643</id><published>2009-02-28T20:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T22:46:00.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grand Chase Mania!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s22.photobucket.com/albums/b333/kryskat/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ew-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s22.photobucket.com/albums/b333/kryskat/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ew.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b333/kryskat/ew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's been a while since I last wrote a thing here in my blog. Time really does fly when you don't notice it. It's already the last day of February and I think kinda liked this month. I was very busy in my work and playing Grand Chase. I'm really proud to say that I'm really hooked again to another online game. I've used my real name here in this game as "Xchan". I'm already level 50 (the max level) and also I have completed the level 50 armors at level 50 accessories. Others in the pvp won't let me join because of my monster stats. Playing Grand Chase is like playing an online Megaman with a multi player system and an awesome pvp mode with dungeons yet to be explored. So far I've managed to meat some friends in this game. Me and Dbhelou (Nath) are planning to make our own guild. I just wish I could spend a lot more time playing this game. I'm enjoying it and so far am doing well =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630025545906979871-4274394340108213643?l=enslavedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/feeds/4274394340108213643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630025545906979871&amp;postID=4274394340108213643' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/4274394340108213643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/4274394340108213643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/2009/02/grand-chase-mania.html' title='Grand Chase Mania!!!!'/><author><name>Xchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509574756686198281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQLQWGzqljI/AAAAAAAAAJw/i7ek0LjTxJg/S220/1_733249572l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630025545906979871.post-7306355210571629383</id><published>2009-01-31T18:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T19:21:53.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>January XD</title><content type='html'>It's been a year since I started blogging. Reading my old posts tells me of lessons that I should have learned from the past. Trials that I have passed. While I was reading through my posts I noticed something. I know now that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; much happier now than before. It's not only in my posts but I've felt a strange change on me. It's true that everyone can change, whether it may be for good or bad. All things change, everything around us changes. We should be ready to accept things as they are and not to live on dreaming or making our selves believe that everything is going to be all right. I've &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;waked&lt;/span&gt; up to reality that this world is a harsh place to live in. This world we live in is a world full of hatred, pain and challenges. As humans we need to survive in order for us to continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new gave me inspiration to start all over again. To prove not only to everybody but to myself that I can improve more. I have so many plans for this year and I wont hold back to any of it. I'll do my best and make sure that I would reach my dreams (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;). "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nankurunaisa&lt;/span&gt;" it means that everything will turn out just fine, from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;anime&lt;/span&gt; blood+.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630025545906979871-7306355210571629383?l=enslavedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/feeds/7306355210571629383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630025545906979871&amp;postID=7306355210571629383' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/7306355210571629383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/7306355210571629383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/2009/01/january-xd.html' title='January XD'/><author><name>Xchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509574756686198281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQLQWGzqljI/AAAAAAAAAJw/i7ek0LjTxJg/S220/1_733249572l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630025545906979871.post-2252358726590979466</id><published>2008-12-27T14:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T15:23:31.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is my December</title><content type='html'>It's already December, the last month of the year. Christmas is already over and the year is about to end. 2008 will past and a 2009 will be born, these are the last days of 2008. Somehow 2008 will be one or the year that I won't forget. I managed to get through the ups and downs of this year. To feel so alone and to know who my true friends are. Experience new things and go to places where I haven't gone before. Do things that I never knew that I could do. Meet new people that are connected to other people that I also know. Dream and plan things for the future that I know will be beneficial for me someday. There's so many things that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; learned but there's still one person that I never forgot *sigh*. Still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; waiting for my most favorite holiday of the Year, New Years Day! I don't like the fireworks, neither the noise, nor the liquor it's the New Year that will come that I'm waiting for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630025545906979871-2252358726590979466?l=enslavedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/feeds/2252358726590979466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630025545906979871&amp;postID=2252358726590979466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/2252358726590979466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/2252358726590979466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-my-december.html' title='This is my December'/><author><name>Xchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509574756686198281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQLQWGzqljI/AAAAAAAAAJw/i7ek0LjTxJg/S220/1_733249572l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630025545906979871.post-945266207724815153</id><published>2008-11-30T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T22:35:38.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A message for my Dad... Happy Birthday...</title><content type='html'>What is the first thing that comes in your mind when you see or hear the date November 30. Some may think that it's a famous holiday, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bonifacio&lt;/span&gt; day. Yes it's a special holiday and it's on the calendar. I just noticed that every November 30, it usually rains. Like today it rained the whole day. It's the birthday of my father and for 15 years every November 30 it really rains. It's been 15 years since he was gone. I really forgot the feeling of having a father. I still have memories of Him. I remember a time when he came home and  brought chips ahoy and never gave me a single piece. I was just a little kid that time. I still have some memories of him but still. I really wanted to have a father to grow with. I never knew the feeling of talking one on one with my father. Telling him my problems with girls or stuffs. Asking him about opinions in how to court a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a message for you dad. We really miss you so much. I know it's not your fault &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; why things ended out this way. I think this is a way of God to teach us how to live and to have faith in Him. Dad... I hope someday we would be together and we could catch up on all those lost times. I'll keep it up and I won't give up. I'll also take care of mom and the others. So don't you worry there. I'll be here for them and I know that you'll too be there for us... Happy Birthday....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630025545906979871-945266207724815153?l=enslavedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/feeds/945266207724815153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630025545906979871&amp;postID=945266207724815153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/945266207724815153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/945266207724815153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/2008/11/message-for-my-dad-happy-birthday.html' title='A message for my Dad... Happy Birthday...'/><author><name>Xchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509574756686198281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQLQWGzqljI/AAAAAAAAAJw/i7ek0LjTxJg/S220/1_733249572l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630025545906979871.post-6739173314492576065</id><published>2008-11-18T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:22:14.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest Updates about me XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Latest updates about me^__^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Still working at a computer cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Addicted to Naruto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Happy^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Saving up money for future purposes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Still single /swt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Enjoying my stay with my Barkada XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Planning to take up board exam next year XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Still having problems with customers -_-!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I have a big crush on someone.... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-getting married?? lol... not now^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm not a flirt nor a playboy XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well those are some of the updates that I can list right now. I'm busy because of my work, even though I have a 2 days day off it's still not enough T__T But I'm used to it. I think this kind of work builds my personality. Well I'm happy in what I'm doing right now and I think that's what important. Until next time ^__^v&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630025545906979871-6739173314492576065?l=enslavedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/feeds/6739173314492576065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630025545906979871&amp;postID=6739173314492576065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/6739173314492576065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/6739173314492576065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/2008/11/latest-updates-about-me-xd.html' title='Latest Updates about me XD'/><author><name>Xchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509574756686198281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQLQWGzqljI/AAAAAAAAAJw/i7ek0LjTxJg/S220/1_733249572l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630025545906979871.post-7691321462544077340</id><published>2008-11-03T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T18:51:05.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Special</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Christmas seems to be just around the corner but before that we still have to celebrate Halloween. We took pictures of the public cemetery here in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Antipolo&lt;/span&gt; City. Below are some pictures that you wouldn't see everyday. The difference between a public and a private cemetery is so big. I've noticed that in a Private cemetery you would see that all the graves are in order and the surroundings are clean and the place seems to be safe. But in a public cemetery the graves are not so organized. Even in the path of the cemetery there are graves. Garbage are everywhere and the place doesn't seem to be safe because of the residents that live by. We managed to take pictures of the public cemetery to show it's so called beauty (/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;swt&lt;/span&gt;). I hope that our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Municipality&lt;/span&gt; here in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Antipolo&lt;/span&gt; would do something about our public cemetery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQ5sX8liIOI/AAAAAAAAAKw/rBJhEvvwCEw/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264264173099032802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQ5sX8liIOI/AAAAAAAAAKw/rBJhEvvwCEw/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some bones scattered around the public cemetery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQ5r07J0EJI/AAAAAAAAAKo/N4OFfWdzjgc/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264263571418910866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQ5r07J0EJI/AAAAAAAAAKo/N4OFfWdzjgc/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Hall of graves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQ5r0iY_hiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/jzNePEMrqno/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264263564771690018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQ5r0iY_hiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/jzNePEMrqno/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A view from above the cemetery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQ5r0CK143I/AAAAAAAAAKY/qmV4jGn4-B8/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264263556122403698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQ5r0CK143I/AAAAAAAAAKY/qmV4jGn4-B8/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A skull? 0.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQ5r0NTF5PI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Aoa5P9i390k/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264263559109797106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQ5r0NTF5PI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Aoa5P9i390k/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQ5rz5YO9kI/AAAAAAAAAKI/mhW-3PfuNa0/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264263553762653762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQ5rz5YO9kI/AAAAAAAAAKI/mhW-3PfuNa0/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; RIP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well I hope everyone had their Halloween in a Peaceful way.&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/2630025545906979871-7691321462544077340?l=enslavedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/feeds/7691321462544077340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630025545906979871&amp;postID=7691321462544077340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/7691321462544077340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/7691321462544077340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-special.html' title='Halloween Special'/><author><name>Xchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509574756686198281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQLQWGzqljI/AAAAAAAAAJw/i7ek0LjTxJg/S220/1_733249572l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQ5sX8liIOI/AAAAAAAAAKw/rBJhEvvwCEw/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630025545906979871.post-2718551513217173371</id><published>2008-10-19T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T23:11:20.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RWC (Ragnarok World Champioship) Been There!!! Done That!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQCSoY4c88I/AAAAAAAAAJo/wjwrKYFhYLE/s1600-h/rpc2008.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260365587340391362" style="WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQCSoY4c88I/AAAAAAAAAJo/wjwrKYFhYLE/s400/rpc2008.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Since the first month of this year I've been planing on going to this event. The Ragnarok World Championship is only held once a year. Players from all over the world gather for this once in a lifetime event. Usually it is being held in other countries mainly in Korea. But this year it was held here in the World Trade Center of the Philippines. The moment I knew that the event was going to be held here in Philippines, a plot was already made in my mind. For ten long months I have awaited for this event, I wasn't planing to miss a moment of it. Me, Orly, Aldrin and Mojurk went to the event. We didn't knew how to get to the World trade Center so we decided all that this was going to be a Hell of a ROAD TRIP again for us. Orly our camera man captured every moment of our road trip. I admit that first we were all lost. But still we were able to get there. We arrived at exactly 8:55 am. The line was so long and we were all under the scorching sun for about 15 mins. But still we didn't lose hope. We still managed to get in the venue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ambiance of the venue was dark, cold, foggy, rock and alluring to the eyes. We were amazed of the Desert Catapult that stood in front of us. Orly quickly took pictures and videos of it. Then we started to wonder around the event. There were so many side events that called the attention of the crowd. The announcer then called the attention of all viewers because they were about to present the 12 countries that were participating in the RWC. My favorite country was Japan, they caught the attention of the crowd by doing there J-Pop sign. Team Philippines had a dramatic entrance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first match of the RWC. The Philippine team was so aggressive and had the match over two minutes. I was just wondering what if I didn't stop my addiction in playing Ragnarok. Maybe I was one of those players who participated in the RWC. But still I know that I don't have a good future in playing online games. Still I was so inspired to play Ragnarok again and I'm planning to make &lt;a href="mailto:Roy@l"&gt;Roy@l&lt;/a&gt; reach level 99. I also plan to make xXacrifiXx my wife reach level 99 and to make her a High Priest. I know that somehow I'll have time to play Ragnarok again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all joined the Poring Swim, Sumo Poring and Wall Climbing. We also had our face painted with Yahoo! We also saw some cosplayers although the cosplay was to be held in Sunday. Still we did our very best to enjoy the event. I managed to purchase a Smart gamer sim that's worth 55 Pesos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was prepared for this event so all of us didn't get hungry at all. I was the one who mostly spend money for all of us. But that's OK, it just once in a life time that I become generous */heh*. We all enjoyed the event. I wont forget the wall climbing event, because it was the first time that I did such a thing. We left the World Trade Center around 5pm because we all know that it will be hard to catch ride home if we still stayed at the event. We were all tired because of the long trip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one memorable event that I won't forget and I will always reminisce with a smile and a /gg in my mind. Another bonding moment with my friends and with the addiction that I had in playing Ragnarok. *Waaa... I miss prontera!! The Clock tower of Aldebaran!!! The noxious sounds of Glast Helm!!! and the War Song of the War of Emperium.... I want to go back to Ragnarok.... I miss my character &lt;a href="mailto:Roy@l"&gt;Roy@l&lt;/a&gt; and her wife xXacrifiXx.... Ragnarok... it will always be in me.... I am a certified Ragnarok Adik /gg...*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are some pictures that we took while we were in the event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQCQNn1iRhI/AAAAAAAAAJg/SkxxhMGnBGQ/s1600-h/Larawan738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260362928474965522" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQCQNn1iRhI/AAAAAAAAAJg/SkxxhMGnBGQ/s400/Larawan738.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The venue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQCPDo-I2LI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Idma_HX0OAg/s1600-h/Larawan725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260361657469163698" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQCPDo-I2LI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Idma_HX0OAg/s400/Larawan725.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;World Trade Center&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQCOfNUcoLI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/jkVotSfAqJE/s1600-h/Larawan726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260361031571251378" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQCOfNUcoLI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/jkVotSfAqJE/s400/Larawan726.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparing for a Yahoo! Face paint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SPtFMuSpHHI/AAAAAAAAAJI/vumTChCYjRA/s1600-h/Larawan721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258873074772155506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SPtFMuSpHHI/AAAAAAAAAJI/vumTChCYjRA/s400/Larawan721.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free Yahoo! sticker XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SPtE0ikbPxI/AAAAAAAAAJA/nVOGqUsZ77o/s1600-h/Larawan715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258872659308658450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SPtE0ikbPxI/AAAAAAAAAJA/nVOGqUsZ77o/s400/Larawan715.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RF online Wild Shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SPtEYlVx10I/AAAAAAAAAIw/Vva-LMQOKUA/s1600-h/Larawan713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258872179016193858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SPtEYlVx10I/AAAAAAAAAIw/Vva-LMQOKUA/s400/Larawan713.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Konayuki VS Xchan Shippuden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SPtEY-3dzQI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PBogcOdbpl4/s1600-h/Larawan711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258872185868373250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SPtEY-3dzQI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PBogcOdbpl4/s400/Larawan711.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xchan (me) wielding this awesome sword!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SPtDqkPY6-I/AAAAAAAAAIg/GbU77XheAow/s1600-h/Larawan709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258871388446976994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SPtDqkPY6-I/AAAAAAAAAIg/GbU77XheAow/s400/Larawan709.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Welcome to Level Up Live 2008!!!&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;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SPtDrZumCSI/AAAAAAAAAIo/IIX4r5bOrk4/s1600-h/Larawan749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258871402804939042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SPtDrZumCSI/AAAAAAAAAIo/IIX4r5bOrk4/s400/Larawan749.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group Picture XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SPtDGW6Uk3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/9DcSrL7JjQw/s1600-h/rahgna+voiz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258870766393660274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SPtDGW6Uk3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/9DcSrL7JjQw/s400/rahgna+voiz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A free picutre from level up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All in all it was a great experience for all of us... ^__^v ciao for now :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630025545906979871-2718551513217173371?l=enslavedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/feeds/2718551513217173371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630025545906979871&amp;postID=2718551513217173371' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/2718551513217173371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/2718551513217173371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/2008/10/rwc-ragnarok-world-champioship-been.html' title='RWC (Ragnarok World Champioship) Been There!!! Done That!!!'/><author><name>Xchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509574756686198281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQLQWGzqljI/AAAAAAAAAJw/i7ek0LjTxJg/S220/1_733249572l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQCSoY4c88I/AAAAAAAAAJo/wjwrKYFhYLE/s72-c/rpc2008.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630025545906979871.post-1346802765021764949</id><published>2008-10-14T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T13:58:10.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shikamaru Nara (Konoha's next Hokage?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SPSZVlWeXQI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/kQYZkvOarrI/s1600-h/OUTPUT_001331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256995261130890498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="158" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SPSZVlWeXQI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/kQYZkvOarrI/s320/OUTPUT_001331.jpg" width="219" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shikamaru Nara (奈良　シカマル, Nara Shikamaru?) is a fictional character in the Naruto manga and anime series created by Masashi Kishimoto. In the anime and manga, Shikamaru is a ninja affiliated with the village of Konohagakure. He is a member of Team 10, a group of ninja consisting of himself, Choji Akimichi, Ino Yamanaka, and Asuma Sarutobi, the leader of the team. Shikamaru is portrayed as a lazy character, unwilling to apply his prodigious intelligence. Kishimoto has noted that he likes Shikamaru due to his easygoing nature despite his genius, and contrasted him against Sasuke Uchiha's intelligent but abrasive personality. Outside of the Naruto anime and manga, Shikamaru has appeared in two of the featured films in the series: Naruto the Movie 2: Legend of the Stone of Gelel and Naruto: Shippūden the Movie, as well as several other media relating to the series, including video games and original video animations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Numerous anime and manga publications have commented on Shikamaru's character. IGN referred to Shikamaru as "the poster child for any card-carrying member of Generation X" due to his lazy nature. His subsequent development into a leader engendered praise from reviewers; Anime News Network celebrated Shikamaru's emergence as "an unlikely hero".Shikamaru has also been highly popular with the Naruto reader base, placing high in several popularity polls. Merchandise based on Shikamaru has also been released, including action figures, key chains, and patches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The 1st two paragraphs are from wikipedia. My own opinion in why I choosed Nara Shikimaru as the ACOTM (Anime Char of the Month) it's because he's the kind of character that is physically weak but he can think 200 steps ahead. I was really amazed in how he defeated Hedan (a member of the group Akatsuki). For me he's ability to think is an edge for Him to be the next Hokage of Konoha. If we could all be just like Shikamaru, I mean how he thinks. It would be much more easier for us to deal with our problems. But still we are all stuck in this portal of our so called REALITY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630025545906979871-1346802765021764949?l=enslavedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/feeds/1346802765021764949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630025545906979871&amp;postID=1346802765021764949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/1346802765021764949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/1346802765021764949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/2008/10/anime-character-of-month.html' title='Shikamaru Nara (Konoha&apos;s next Hokage?)'/><author><name>Xchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509574756686198281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQLQWGzqljI/AAAAAAAAAJw/i7ek0LjTxJg/S220/1_733249572l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SPSZVlWeXQI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/kQYZkvOarrI/s72-c/OUTPUT_001331.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630025545906979871.post-6672404648329859578</id><published>2008-09-27T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T22:53:20.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrive... Raise Hell... Leave...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SN5ITLJ0yMI/AAAAAAAAAII/PvkI92XRa0Q/s1600-h/ist2_2845482-sad-happy-mask.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250713709809289410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SN5ITLJ0yMI/AAAAAAAAAII/PvkI92XRa0Q/s200/ist2_2845482-sad-happy-mask.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been so busy lately that I almost forgot to check and post here in my blog. There so many things that has happened lately. I've also met so many people and new events just happened. The unexpected homecoming of Patrick is one that surprised me. I saw in Patrick eyes that he really missed us. A two weeks of vacation for him really felt so short. Well I admit that I missed that guy. I've known Patrick for almost 5years and I can tell that he's one of my real friends. On the first night of his homecoming he treated all of us. We had fun in the BAR (Barbecue han) and this is the first time that we did Karaoke. I can feel now that our friendship is much stronger. I've learned what the real meaning of "BARKADA" and "TROPA." I feel so lucky that I have this friends, even though that I've left them and turned my back on them. They still welcomed me despite of what I've done. I'll never, ever exchange the friendship that I have right now with my BARKADA for anything. This is one thing that I'm proud of to have.&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;After the homecoming of Patrick, the mother of Jerome just passed away. I can feel Jerome's sadness and mourning inside. He told me that "I wouldn't be feeling or acting like this right now if the cause of the death of my Mother was a natural.. but murder??.. how can anyone do this to my mom..." Jealousy can really kill.. literally... *sigh* right now I also somehow feel down because of the loss of my friend. This is just a lesson that while your love ones are still with you. Show them how you really feel about them. I admit that even though me and my mom don't get along that well. I really care and love my mom. I hope Jerome would recover from the tragedy and trial that he's going through right now. &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;We can't really tell what will happen next or expect our plans ahead to happen. Just be prepared and don't give up. The past is just a mirror or a reflection, it serves only to remind us from where we've been and where we should be going. Don't hold back, just move and strive hard. Life is not easy. /go!!! /go!!!! /go!!! /go!!!! I'm moving!!! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630025545906979871-6672404648329859578?l=enslavedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/feeds/6672404648329859578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630025545906979871&amp;postID=6672404648329859578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/6672404648329859578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/6672404648329859578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/2008/09/arrive-raise-hell-leave.html' title='Arrive... Raise Hell... Leave...'/><author><name>Xchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509574756686198281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQLQWGzqljI/AAAAAAAAAJw/i7ek0LjTxJg/S220/1_733249572l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SN5ITLJ0yMI/AAAAAAAAAII/PvkI92XRa0Q/s72-c/ist2_2845482-sad-happy-mask.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630025545906979871.post-8095733423672280265</id><published>2008-09-02T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T23:30:21.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wake up. Didn't expect to see me did you? Yeah, its me, so what? Why am I here... I don't know.. why are you here? *Laughs* and you yourself don't know the reason why your here, yet your pretending to know all things. Such mask wont work against me. I can see through your eyes that somewhere deep inside you is still someone I know and knows me. *sigh* Are you satisfied in what you've done? Care to reminisce old times? Why are you holding that dagger? Do you like to stab me in the neck.. go on, I wont stop you. Stab me! or do you want me to help you. Give me your hand!!! Here!! Stab me straight in the heart!!! Why are there tears... You cant do it... Yes!!! I am provoking you!!! Do it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*just a skit that popped out of my mind XD* nyahahahaha!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630025545906979871-8095733423672280265?l=enslavedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/feeds/8095733423672280265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630025545906979871&amp;postID=8095733423672280265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/8095733423672280265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/8095733423672280265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/2008/09/skit.html' title='Skit'/><author><name>Xchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509574756686198281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQLQWGzqljI/AAAAAAAAAJw/i7ek0LjTxJg/S220/1_733249572l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630025545906979871.post-4741232896867108988</id><published>2008-08-30T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T11:00:36.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Documentary of our Jogging.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me, Orly and Aldrin decided to make a documentary about jogging. This is the first time that we've ever done this. The film is currently being edited by Aldrin our chief of editor and would be soon upload at YouTube. The reason why we did this? It's just that we are all bored and we have our spare time. This is also a way for us to explore and prove to ourselves that we can do things even though we don't have specialty over it. Below are some pics of our documentary while doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SLiu-tjtyhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/5cnkV_NSN24/s1600-h/Larawan410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SLiu-tjtyhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/5cnkV_NSN24/s400/Larawan410.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240130558850091538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aldrin doing the push ups! He did a total of 500!! wow!? hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SLiu-zZLoaI/AAAAAAAAAGc/mKJ6nZDWpPU/s1600-h/Larawan407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SLiu-zZLoaI/AAAAAAAAAGc/mKJ6nZDWpPU/s400/Larawan407.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240130560416522658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picture of the three of us at sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SLiwYiQrE0I/AAAAAAAAAHE/UYxk444owig/s1600-h/akatsuki+kuno.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SLiwYiQrE0I/AAAAAAAAAHE/UYxk444owig/s400/akatsuki+kuno.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240132102005658434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of all the pictures we had this one is my favorite. I even made it the background of my friendster account. It makes us look like we are members of the Akatsuki group from the Anime Naruto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SLiu-9HKbrI/AAAAAAAAAGs/amFPvb4Mpmo/s1600-h/Larawan406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SLiu-9HKbrI/AAAAAAAAAGs/amFPvb4Mpmo/s400/Larawan406.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240130563025301170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our shadows!! hahahahah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SLiu_IijGdI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Jrjh0rt2PzM/s1600-h/Copy+of+Larawan411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SLiu_IijGdI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Jrjh0rt2PzM/s400/Copy+of+Larawan411.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240130566092954066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are all so serious here. hahaha. From left to right Xtian(me), Jerome and Aldrin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SLit7FGLf1I/AAAAAAAAAGM/2Zc4ZncRCPM/s1600-h/Larawan405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SLit7FGLf1I/AAAAAAAAAGM/2Zc4ZncRCPM/s400/Larawan405.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240129396937555794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jerome doing the kicks. heheheh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SLitgOhQNDI/AAAAAAAAAGE/QyePWzzxdeE/s1600-h/Larawan404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SLitgOhQNDI/AAAAAAAAAGE/QyePWzzxdeE/s400/Larawan404.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240128935610561586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Awesome axe kicks by Jerome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SLitESaEnOI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XLQG8wOdUA0/s1600-h/Larawan401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SLitESaEnOI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XLQG8wOdUA0/s400/Larawan401.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240128455617846498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm helping Aldrin here with his stretching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SLisrOm4_XI/AAAAAAAAAF0/VxkpU8hMXVs/s1600-h/Larawan400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SLisrOm4_XI/AAAAAAAAAF0/VxkpU8hMXVs/s400/Larawan400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240128025101139314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stretching with Aldrin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SLiqWX94fwI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Nbb9GpT0PoU/s1600-h/Larawan399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SLiqWX94fwI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Nbb9GpT0PoU/s400/Larawan399.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240125467812986626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whoah?! ahahahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well I have decided that every Saturday will be our jogging day. We couldn't have done this without the help of our friends. I'd like to thank Orly for being our camera man and for Jerome for being our special guest. Now I feel great and feel sleepy as well. I also like to eat something right now. So this will be all for now. Till next time. Ciao!!! XD&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/2630025545906979871-4741232896867108988?l=enslavedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/feeds/4741232896867108988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630025545906979871&amp;postID=4741232896867108988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/4741232896867108988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/4741232896867108988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/2008/08/documentary-of-our-jogging.html' title='Documentary of our Jogging.'/><author><name>Xchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509574756686198281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQLQWGzqljI/AAAAAAAAAJw/i7ek0LjTxJg/S220/1_733249572l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SLiu-tjtyhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/5cnkV_NSN24/s72-c/Larawan410.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630025545906979871.post-8855082629797445964</id><published>2008-08-12T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T22:54:45.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking to myself</title><content type='html'>Whoah.. it's already August 12 and I didn't noticed it until I look at the calendar. Next month will be September, the start of the "BER" months. Whats the latest news about me? Hmm.. lets see... Well, I haven't had a day off again because of the not so famous random schedule that we have here. But it's fine with me, I'm used to it. I'm not feeling well because of this flu and I don't have any voice right now. I feel like I'm depressed again, because I'm thinking of someone again. Someone in the past... To be honest, it's almost been half a year since we broke up. But there hasn't been a day that I never thought of her. She's always in my mind, my thoughts.. clouding my memories of the past. Is it really like these? I can't get her out of my mind.. maybe I'm just being so over reacted. Maybe I just need more time.... *sigh* I really miss you... maybe if you'll read this post you'll be laughing your heart out at me. Or you'll probably tell me to "move on!" hahahaha.. now I don't understand what I'm writing down here. Maybe I should just stop typing. But my fingers wont stop. I still want to write down some more but I think this is enough. *sigh* Xtian do yourself a favor will you? Give yourself a break. There are so many girls out there and all you have to do is to pick one.. or collect and select.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm just talking to myself... nothing serious XD hahahahaha... you may think of me that I'm out of my bolts... maybe I am? XD)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630025545906979871-8855082629797445964?l=enslavedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/feeds/8855082629797445964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630025545906979871&amp;postID=8855082629797445964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/8855082629797445964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/8855082629797445964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/2008/08/talking-to-myself.html' title='Talking to myself'/><author><name>Xchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509574756686198281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQLQWGzqljI/AAAAAAAAAJw/i7ek0LjTxJg/S220/1_733249572l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630025545906979871.post-552990237660257093</id><published>2008-08-02T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T17:07:24.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>August</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I last posted something here in my blog. It's not that I'm busy, it's just I don't have anything to post. Well it's been weeks and I have gathered some special events that has happened in my life. After almost 3 months of saving money. I managed to save up to 10k XD whoah... I never thought I could save such money. Still, the impossible seem to be possible. All those hard work, late hours of work, stressful days and hard days of work finally payed off. Last July 31 me and Aldrin went to Green Hills. There we searched for the cp that I wanted. I've always wanted to have a N70 Music edition phone. Before buying that cp, I made some major research of that product in the net. There I found out that it was worth buying it. Some people cant use their N series phones to the fullest. But me and my friend Jerome have discovered ways to use your phone to it's maximum performance. I bought my Brand new N70 for just 8.8k. The original price was 10k, but we managed to make a deal that the seller wouldn't resist. hehehehe.. After buying the cp, we quickly fled the place and Head home. I want to thank those who supported me during those stressful time. Thanks guys.. you know who you are.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630025545906979871-552990237660257093?l=enslavedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/feeds/552990237660257093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630025545906979871&amp;postID=552990237660257093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/552990237660257093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/552990237660257093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/2008/08/august.html' title='August'/><author><name>Xchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509574756686198281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQLQWGzqljI/AAAAAAAAAJw/i7ek0LjTxJg/S220/1_733249572l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630025545906979871.post-6068802404020933399</id><published>2008-07-14T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T23:08:08.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy</title><content type='html'>Well... here I am again. Writing down the things that are happening in my life which I think should be recorded. I didn't think that Lovely would come today. She surprised me while I was at the counter counting the bills. I always have the same expression &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; she's around. It was about 5pm when she went here at the shop. She wasn't feeling good because she didn't have her allowance. So I asked her what she would like to eat. She answered "There are so many foods that I like to eat right now." So I dragged here all the way to 7-11 and I decided that we would eat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;siopao&lt;/span&gt;. We talked about many things and before we noticed we both finished our food. I feel contented in what I have right now. It's nice to know that someone appreciates the little things that you are doing for her. To be honest, since I met Lovely I felt that I can still be someone more happier than my old self. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; happy right now and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not planning to rush things. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; enjoying this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the other hand. I feel like now is the time for me to think wisely in what future decisions that I will make. It's not that I'm afraid to commit mistakes, it's just I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want this relationship to end in another big mess. I have so many things on my mind now that I want to write down but I think I'll just save it for some of my next post here in my blog. I'm also having a hard time to save money for the cellphone that I want. My calculations is, about next month I'll be able to buy it. Well... ciao for now :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630025545906979871-6068802404020933399?l=enslavedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/feeds/6068802404020933399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630025545906979871&amp;postID=6068802404020933399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/6068802404020933399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/6068802404020933399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy.html' title='Happy'/><author><name>Xchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509574756686198281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQLQWGzqljI/AAAAAAAAAJw/i7ek0LjTxJg/S220/1_733249572l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630025545906979871.post-8391788514092242598</id><published>2008-07-12T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T22:51:29.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday</title><content type='html'>Well, today seemed a different day for me. It started like a normal day. I woke up around 10am then sat on our couch for a couple of hours while watching the Bleach movie titled "Memory of nobody." The title gave me the urge to watch it. It was a good OVA if you'd ask me. Then after watching I decided to do my laundry. While doing my laundry I noticed that I was being flooded by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;text&lt;/span&gt; messages. Guess who it was, It's her again.  In her message she told me to drop by their stall by lunch. But I was quite busy because of my laundry so I replied to her that "I'll be there by 4pm." After doing my laundry I went to the shop. It was already 4:30pm and Jerome was about to have his break time. Jerome decided that he would come with me to go to the stall where Lovely is working. So it was settled, we went their together then he left me. I stood silently at first but after a couple of minutes.... the way Lovely opened up a conversation was so good that I wouldn't refuse talking with her. It's how she acts on things or situations that makes me interested to her. I know she's not the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;typical&lt;/span&gt; type of girl like every girl now. While we where having our conversation we didn't realize that it was already 8pm. So I decided to ask her if she would like to eat dinner with me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;of course&lt;/span&gt; the bill was on me. So Jerome, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Enya&lt;/span&gt;, Lovely and I ended up eating dinner all at the same time. I really had fun today and I just realized that my favorite day of the week is Saturday. I hope next Saturday will be much fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630025545906979871-8391788514092242598?l=enslavedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/feeds/8391788514092242598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630025545906979871&amp;postID=8391788514092242598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/8391788514092242598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/8391788514092242598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/2008/07/saturday.html' title='Saturday'/><author><name>Xchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509574756686198281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQLQWGzqljI/AAAAAAAAAJw/i7ek0LjTxJg/S220/1_733249572l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630025545906979871.post-4796039911409789179</id><published>2008-07-07T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T23:20:00.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melancholy</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I last posted here in my blog. Guess what.. it's already July now. Time really is fast. It scares me thinking about how fast time is. Well I just finished watching the whole series of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;anime&lt;/span&gt; "The Melancholy of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haruhi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Suzumiya&lt;/span&gt;." I was so interested in this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;anime&lt;/span&gt; that I ended up buying the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;DVD&lt;/span&gt; of it. I bought the 2 disc &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;DVD&lt;/span&gt; last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; at Comic Alley Sta. Lucia. This was the latest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;CD&lt;/span&gt; that I bought, I think the last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;cd&lt;/span&gt; or thing that I bought was about a year ago. Anyways, The moral lesson of the story is so simple that I think people nowadays neglect it. The moral lesson of this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;anime&lt;/span&gt; is..... "We are the ones who create our own world. We are the ones responsible in anything that happens to us. It's up to us if we want to be happy or sad. It's really up to us." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; why I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; understand those people that blame others in whats happening to their lives. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;shouldn't&lt;/span&gt; blame others because anything that is happening in our lives right now is what we want and we let it happen. I've learned a lot from this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;anime&lt;/span&gt; and I really think that it's worth watching it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630025545906979871-4796039911409789179?l=enslavedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/feeds/4796039911409789179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630025545906979871&amp;postID=4796039911409789179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/4796039911409789179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/4796039911409789179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/2008/07/melancholy.html' title='Melancholy'/><author><name>Xchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509574756686198281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQLQWGzqljI/AAAAAAAAAJw/i7ek0LjTxJg/S220/1_733249572l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630025545906979871.post-7383951719198883257</id><published>2008-06-12T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T21:41:57.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Assassin's Tale: Awakening (Book 1 Part 1)</title><content type='html'>Well this comics that plague and I made is out of our serious boredom. This is just the first volume of our comics. I've decided to put all the characters in Ragnarok that I've met before. So don't be surprise to see your characters in one of our issues. I hope you guys enjoy it and Im looking forward for your comments.&lt;br /&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;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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210989072508515346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SFEm89NP9BI/AAAAAAAAAFc/hJD9EaxfRTQ/s400/aat1.bmp" border="0" /&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="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PLEASE CLICK THE IMAGE ABOVE FOR A LARGER VIEW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SFEec15-_rI/AAAAAAAAAE0/9qIy6mWg-uk/s1600-h/aat2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210979724699827890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SFEec15-_rI/AAAAAAAAAE0/9qIy6mWg-uk/s400/aat2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; PLEASE CLICK THE IMAGE ABOVE FOR A LARGER VIEW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SFEedIi67II/AAAAAAAAAE8/lRPrgAW6Tk8/s1600-h/aat3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210979729703365762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SFEedIi67II/AAAAAAAAAE8/lRPrgAW6Tk8/s400/aat3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; PLEASE CLICK THE IMAGE ABOVE FOR A LARGER VIEW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SFEedTA5bhI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Hq-eqcKtC9A/s1600-h/aat4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210979732513451538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SFEedTA5bhI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Hq-eqcKtC9A/s400/aat4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; PLEASE CLICK THE IMAGE ABOVE FOR A LARGER VIEW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SFEedkhWx2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/QD1ecVTOWQU/s1600-h/aat5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210979737212995426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SFEedkhWx2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/QD1ecVTOWQU/s400/aat5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PLEASE CLICK THE IMAGE ABOVE FOR A LARGER VIEW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630025545906979871-7383951719198883257?l=enslavedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/feeds/7383951719198883257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630025545906979871&amp;postID=7383951719198883257' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/7383951719198883257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/7383951719198883257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/2008/06/assassins-tale-awakening-book-1-volume.html' title='An Assassin&apos;s Tale: Awakening (Book 1 Part 1)'/><author><name>Xchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509574756686198281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQLQWGzqljI/AAAAAAAAAJw/i7ek0LjTxJg/S220/1_733249572l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SFEm89NP9BI/AAAAAAAAAFc/hJD9EaxfRTQ/s72-c/aat1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630025545906979871.post-173357949450221281</id><published>2008-06-10T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T23:30:06.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surpassing 14days W/O a Day Off</title><content type='html'>It's been 14 days since I took my last day off. Sad to say we need to fill in the lost position that's why me and my friends here at work doesn't have a day off. I hope soon, someone will take the available position so that we can have our own FREE TWO DAYS from work. I never thought that I'd get these far. I remembered before when I was teaching as an elementary teacher, it seemed that 8hrs of work was so long for me. That I'd always look at the clock to check the time. The working hours in my new work now surpasses 8hrs. But I'm really enjoying my time and experience here. My coworkers are my friends and I didn't imagine that someday this will happen. I've learned a lot from this experience and it made me think that all those free time before I was in this kind of work is now already gone. It's not that I didn't enjoy those times, it's just that I really miss those times. Well I have plans when the schedule here gets fixed and I'm planning to go to malls and look for something. I'm planning on buying a cell phone that I really like and I'm saving up for it. Right now I'm 38% and still moving on for me to complete my CP quest. But just this afternoon I felt like I was going to have a nose bleed because of the stress and fatigue. Thank God it didn't turned out that way. Still I'm in one piece and ready to take on these kinds of challenges that I believe I can surpass them. I'm craving for a pancit canton right now, maybe after work I'll go to a convenient 24hr grocery and buy that. Have a quick snack before I go to sleep and hope that I'll wake up tomorrow at the exact time so I wont be late. (WE WANT OUR DAY OFFS!!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630025545906979871-173357949450221281?l=enslavedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/feeds/173357949450221281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630025545906979871&amp;postID=173357949450221281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/173357949450221281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/173357949450221281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/2008/06/surpassing-14days-wo-day-off.html' title='Surpassing 14days W/O a Day Off'/><author><name>Xchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509574756686198281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQLQWGzqljI/AAAAAAAAAJw/i7ek0LjTxJg/S220/1_733249572l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630025545906979871.post-4265681492040571605</id><published>2008-05-23T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T22:35:18.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sixteen Years Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SDbVp2eGGLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/3j4RoxambS8/s1600-h/cem2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 350px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SDbVp2eGGLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/3j4RoxambS8/s400/cem2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203581334446282930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;here where so many people, bermuda grass, all in black, sounds of grief in the air, a coffin being placed down. I went near the coffin to take a look at it. I was holding a flower that time. I saw the people around me throwing the flowers down to the coffin. I wondered why they'd do that. Then I realized that the one inside the coffin was is my father. I was only 7 that time and everything wasn't clear to me at all. Every May 20 me and my Grandma visit the cemetery to pay respect to my late father. It was raining, so cold, the bermuda grass was green as ever. What I think that really matters is that you remember the one's that has already passed away. Just pay respect to them and don't forget them. Well its been 16 years since I last saw my father. I really am used to it right now. How I wish I could turn back the hands of time just to experience what it really is to have a father to grow up with. Still I'm already this far and somehow I'm proud of it. I know to that my father is also proud of me. "The measure of a mans life is not how long he has live but how he has lived it." The words inscripted in my father tombstone.&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/2630025545906979871-4265681492040571605?l=enslavedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/feeds/4265681492040571605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630025545906979871&amp;postID=4265681492040571605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/4265681492040571605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/4265681492040571605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/2008/05/sixteen-years-gone.html' title='Sixteen Years Gone'/><author><name>Xchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509574756686198281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQLQWGzqljI/AAAAAAAAAJw/i7ek0LjTxJg/S220/1_733249572l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SDbVp2eGGLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/3j4RoxambS8/s72-c/cem2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630025545906979871.post-5068672961089501343</id><published>2008-05-23T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T18:48:16.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My name is KRYSTIAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Delete the other person's name and repost this with the title " What does your first name say about you?" in 11 minutes and something wonderful will happen....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;K : You're wild and crazy.&lt;br /&gt;R : You're loyal to those you love.&lt;br /&gt;Y : Best bf/gf anyone could ask for.&lt;br /&gt;S : Fucking Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;T : Awesome kisser.&lt;br /&gt;I : Easy to be with&lt;br /&gt;A : You like to drink.&lt;br /&gt;N : you are great in bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A : You like to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B : You like people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C : You are really silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D : You like to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E : You like to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F : You are dead sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G : You never let people tell you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H : You have a very good personality and good looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I : Easy to be with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J : People Adore you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K : You're wild and crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L : Everyone loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M : Best kisser ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N : you are great in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O : Easy to fall in love with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P : You are popular with all types of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q : You are a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R : You're loyal to those you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S : Fuckin crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T : awesome kisser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U : You really like to chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;V : Awesome in bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W : You are very broad minded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X : You love sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y: Best bf/gf anyone could ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Z : Always ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630025545906979871-5068672961089501343?l=enslavedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/feeds/5068672961089501343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630025545906979871&amp;postID=5068672961089501343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/5068672961089501343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/5068672961089501343'/><link 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A time for everything according to the Bible. Lately &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; been having some realizations that seemed to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt; of me all these time but I didn't realize it until now. Feeling so down these past few months has made me so sick and made me feel pathetic in may ways. Everyone around me can tell that I'm in a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;EMO&lt;/span&gt;" state this past few months. Pretending to be fine, acting like I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, keeping my smile like I was wearing a mask, laughing with my friends even though I didn't get the joke. It's tough to pretend when your not used to these things that your experiencing right now. I never thought that a time would come that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'd&lt;/span&gt; be sick and tired of being so down, and I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; the end of it. What I should do is to go on, move on, keep up the good fight, start all over again and make my life a more comfortable for me. It's not my nature to regret on things that has happened in the past. I accept things as they are. Now my life seems to be more brighter and more broader. The avenues of opportunities are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;opening&lt;/span&gt; up in front of me. It's up to me now to decide in which path I would chose. Still, I always take a peek back at the past and I never forget the people who mostly contributed a lot of things for me to be like this. Specially I want to thank you.. You know who you are.. if it weren't for you I wouldn't be this far. For more than 2 yrs you where always there. I just wished I could have done more to repay you =) So this is the game called life and we are all in it. This is Reality. "The Night is still young, let us go out and find us a place of our own."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630025545906979871-3856257603907979729?l=enslavedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/feeds/3856257603907979729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630025545906979871&amp;postID=3856257603907979729' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/3856257603907979729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/3856257603907979729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/2008/05/reality-check.html' title='Reality Check'/><author><name>Xchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509574756686198281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQLQWGzqljI/AAAAAAAAAJw/i7ek0LjTxJg/S220/1_733249572l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630025545906979871.post-2970251967575804320</id><published>2008-05-19T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T21:45:43.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got Tagged By Kitty</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Rules:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Each blogger starts with ten random facts/habits about himself/herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Bloggers tagged need to write ten things and post the rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. At the end of the blog, you need to choose ten people you're going to tag and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't forget to comment to their site that they're tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Scar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a scar on the lower part of my chin. I had a car accident when I was 4 yrs old. The side door accidentally opened and zoom! I went straight out of the car. Luckily you wont notice it until you really take a close look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Crazy Cravings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I'm craving for some freezing beverages like halo-halo, ice cream, milk shake, buko juice, Slurpee, anything cold. Maybe it's because of the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Home -Not so Sweet-Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a time that I don't want to stay at home. But recently I found out that I rather stay at home than go outside. I have lot of things to do at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the time comes I only want to have a baby boy. I haven't decided on the name yet because I really don't have plans right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Spectacle Fancy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's time for me to go to an optalmologist for a check up. I'm sure after the check up I'll have glasses /swt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sweat Factory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah.. I don't have problem when it comes to sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Resident Roomie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had a room I'd decorate it with my own theme. Nyahahaha... Still that's only a dream away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Doodle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I love to draw and copy other drawings. But now I don't have the crave for drawing or even sketching anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I know your reading my blog and I want you to know that I'm really in love with you. I'd also like to thank you for accepting me for who I am. You have no idea in how much I love you and my plans to make you happy. I'm happy that almost everyday I see you smile which makes my day complete. So here it is, I've already admitted it. I love you =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mood swings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have mood swings when I'm not feeling well. I believe that we can control our feelings and we shouldn't let our mood swings control us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the people who I'm gonna tag...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I ain't tagging anyone. This Tagging ends here. Mwahahahaha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630025545906979871-2970251967575804320?l=enslavedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/feeds/2970251967575804320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630025545906979871&amp;postID=2970251967575804320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/2970251967575804320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/2970251967575804320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-got-tagged-by-kitty.html' title='I Got Tagged By Kitty'/><author><name>Xchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509574756686198281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQLQWGzqljI/AAAAAAAAAJw/i7ek0LjTxJg/S220/1_733249572l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630025545906979871.post-5308510865906223345</id><published>2008-05-09T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T23:18:10.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5th Year Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;May 2, a very special day of the year for our Barkada. This year was our 5th year and it turned out a hell of a reunion. Our reception was in Villa Concepcion and it was near our house so I didn't had any problem. This year was special for me because this is the 2nd time I joined them. I wished I had come with them before but, regrets are regrets and I hate doing regrets because nothing good will come if you regret on something that you didn't do our you shouldn't had done. Well not all of the members of the barkada were present, still we had a lot of fun and crazy pictures as souvenirs. Well I was the photographer that time so I don't have much pictures. I also had a one on one conversation with Nath and I learned a lot of things from him. Im thankful that I met that guy. Even though his one of the crazy guys I ever knew, still you can learn a lot from him(based on his experience). Below are some of my favorite pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SCRm0-x8giI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jVf3KCsMmeg/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198392930284110370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SCRm0-x8giI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jVf3KCsMmeg/s400/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jerome and Elbowrats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SCRm1ex8gjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/N-cyLuTwCCA/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198392938874044978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SCRm1ex8gjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/N-cyLuTwCCA/s400/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The barkada having fun and playing jokes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SCRm1ex8gkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/XLQzg6X0-tY/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198392938874044994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SCRm1ex8gkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/XLQzg6X0-tY/s400/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elbowrats, Nath, Tunggaw and Orly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SCRm1ux8glI/AAAAAAAAAEc/_jwRM2okGp4/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198392943169012306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SCRm1ux8glI/AAAAAAAAAEc/_jwRM2okGp4/s400/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yvan, Nath, Jerom and Elbowratz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SCRmCux8gdI/AAAAAAAAADc/Rqw7X_jWfOI/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198392066995683794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SCRmCux8gdI/AAAAAAAAADc/Rqw7X_jWfOI/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rolly, Yvan, Xtian(me), Tunggaw, Jerome, Glen and Obet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SCRmC-x8geI/AAAAAAAAADk/C7Tykdpl0xM/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198392071290651106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SCRmC-x8geI/AAAAAAAAADk/C7Tykdpl0xM/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Xtian(me) holding a Reserved Sign board upside down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SCRmDex8gfI/AAAAAAAAADs/2qpgra2cBY4/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198392079880585714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SCRmDex8gfI/AAAAAAAAADs/2qpgra2cBY4/s400/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pics inside the Comfort Room XD.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SCRmDex8ggI/AAAAAAAAAD0/AX7Ivm6bYmM/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198392079880585730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SCRmDex8ggI/AAAAAAAAAD0/AX7Ivm6bYmM/s400/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gag pic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SCRmDex8ghI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_DqxJsvcRSY/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198392079880585746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SCRmDex8ghI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_DqxJsvcRSY/s400/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FEEDING PROGRAM.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SCRlPex8gYI/AAAAAAAAAC0/auGgKPmEAAE/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198391186527388034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SCRlPex8gYI/AAAAAAAAAC0/auGgKPmEAAE/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Glen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SCRlPux8gZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/-CuWxf_60H0/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198391190822355346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SCRlPux8gZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/-CuWxf_60H0/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; By the pool. lolz!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SCRlPux8gaI/AAAAAAAAADE/Y8TFfPrwR_Y/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198391190822355362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SCRlPux8gaI/AAAAAAAAADE/Y8TFfPrwR_Y/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Orly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SCRlP-x8gbI/AAAAAAAAADM/2g0ZTJF1qKA/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198391195117322674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SCRlP-x8gbI/AAAAAAAAADM/2g0ZTJF1qKA/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sleeping..... ZZzzzzzzzZZZzzzz.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SCRlP-x8gcI/AAAAAAAAADU/Z1xyb4Tj79s/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198391195117322690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SCRlP-x8gcI/AAAAAAAAADU/Z1xyb4Tj79s/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Master Pambonete and Xtian(me)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I hope next year all of the members of our barkada will come. But this year was fun and cool. I hope to see you all next year again for our reunion. This is Xtian your photographer and blogger signing off. lolz XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630025545906979871-5308510865906223345?l=enslavedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/feeds/5308510865906223345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630025545906979871&amp;postID=5308510865906223345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/5308510865906223345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/5308510865906223345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/2008/05/5th-year-anniversary.html' title='5th Year Anniversary'/><author><name>Xchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509574756686198281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQLQWGzqljI/AAAAAAAAAJw/i7ek0LjTxJg/S220/1_733249572l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SCRm0-x8giI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jVf3KCsMmeg/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630025545906979871.post-913595797589778955</id><published>2008-05-01T09:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T22:00:21.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gundam</title><content type='html'>In my early days of playing Ragnarok Online I met a merchant named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gundam&lt;/span&gt;_&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;toneng&lt;/span&gt;. Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; describe him as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;generous&lt;/span&gt; man with trading abilities that no other player alike. He was my man in the Black Market of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Midgard&lt;/span&gt;. He supplied our guild with level up loads, in exchange we gave him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;zeny&lt;/span&gt;. Well our friendship grew as our time went by in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Midgard, we also&lt;/span&gt; became friends in real life. Of all the people that I met in online games, he's the one I trust the most. And I look forward in playing with him again in RF online. And this time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; repay him back with much generosity that he has shown me before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630025545906979871-913595797589778955?l=enslavedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/feeds/913595797589778955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630025545906979871&amp;postID=913595797589778955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/913595797589778955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/913595797589778955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/2008/04/to-be-edited-later.html' title='The Gundam'/><author><name>Xchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509574756686198281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQLQWGzqljI/AAAAAAAAAJw/i7ek0LjTxJg/S220/1_733249572l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630025545906979871.post-7617272956596165465</id><published>2008-04-25T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T19:56:12.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chan's Day Off</title><content type='html'>Whew! It's already Friday and that means it's my DAY OFF. I woke up past 10am today. I looked around and noticed that I was the only one left alone in our house. I went to the store and bought food. After eating I started my chores. It's was about 4pm when I finished all my chores then I took a bath and went to the computer shop. It's my rest day but still what makes me go to the computer shop where I work. It's because I can use the PC for free and I spend time with my friends here. Looks like I'll be staying at this kind of work for about a year until I have money to take the board exam. But I'm enjoying my work right now because I like what I do and I'm with my friends here. Thanks to them life seems to be much smoother now than before. Well I hope I can get along with the customers here and meet new people^^.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630025545906979871-7617272956596165465?l=enslavedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/feeds/7617272956596165465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630025545906979871&amp;postID=7617272956596165465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/7617272956596165465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/7617272956596165465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/2008/04/chans-day-off.html' title='Chan&apos;s Day Off'/><author><name>Xchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509574756686198281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQLQWGzqljI/AAAAAAAAAJw/i7ek0LjTxJg/S220/1_733249572l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630025545906979871.post-6107120280272100527</id><published>2008-04-20T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T09:15:02.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twisted</title><content type='html'>Words, numbers, symbols, pictures, flashbacks, and a lot more are going around my mind right now. I don't know what to do now so I just stop, sit down, sit in front of the computer and type whatever words that comes out of my mind and post it here in my blog. I don't know what I'm doing now but later I'll realize what I've done after I read my post. It seems to be such nonsense but I think this blog has become my outlet somehow. I don't remember being good at expressing words. I was never good at expressing my own feelings towards others in any manner. Sometimes when I feel like this I just sit down, close my eyes, and pray. I also think of happy thoughts or just think blank at all. I don't have anybody to tell to or to lean on. I can only just depend on myself. Lately I've been handling all my problems on my own. I never ask opinions nor help from anyone but somehow I'm still here, alive and in one piece. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630025545906979871-6107120280272100527?l=enslavedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/feeds/6107120280272100527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630025545906979871&amp;postID=6107120280272100527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/6107120280272100527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/6107120280272100527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/2008/04/twisted.html' title='Twisted'/><author><name>Xchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509574756686198281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQLQWGzqljI/AAAAAAAAAJw/i7ek0LjTxJg/S220/1_733249572l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630025545906979871.post-408167543222992397</id><published>2008-04-19T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T16:08:13.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Heat o.0</title><content type='html'>The temperature seems to be rising, less rainfall, hot headed people everywhere. It seems that summer is already here. It's much to hot to go outside so usually I stay at home and do house chores, from washing dishes to the laundry. Maybe my boredom is getting me that's why I'm doing these things. My mom seems to be happy in the way I act right now so I think it alright to be a little normal. The Yearly Anniversary is coming and still I don't have the money. *Sigh* If only I have a job right now I wouldn't have a problem at all. Still I'll find a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are some lines of a song that I seem to have a Last Song Syndrome on it. I just heard it on the radio and until now it's still playing inside my mind. Maybe I miss someone. Well that doesn't surprise me because I really miss someone. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;umaga't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gabisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bawa't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;minutong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lumilipas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hinahanap&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hanap&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;kita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hinahanap&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hanap&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;kita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;isip&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;panaginip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;bawa't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;pagpihit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;tadhana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;hinahanap&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;hanap&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;kita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;kahit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;magka&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;anak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;kayo't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Magkatuluyan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;balang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;araw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Hahanap&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;hanapin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Hahanap&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;hanapin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630025545906979871-408167543222992397?l=enslavedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/feeds/408167543222992397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630025545906979871&amp;postID=408167543222992397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/408167543222992397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/408167543222992397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/2008/04/summer-heat-o0.html' title='Summer Heat o.0'/><author><name>Xchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509574756686198281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQLQWGzqljI/AAAAAAAAAJw/i7ek0LjTxJg/S220/1_733249572l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630025545906979871.post-3880016051555696978</id><published>2008-04-01T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T16:15:39.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unravelling The Past</title><content type='html'>It's been a month since the food poisoning incident. It was that time that I discovered who my real parents were. When I got home from Shopwise Antipolo I suddenly just collapsed in front of our house. They brought me to the hospital and I was confined for three days. I was sleeping all the time and when I waked up I saw a man at the side of my bed. He was holding my hand and it seemed that he was watching over me all the time since I was brought to the hospital. I as him who he was and he told me, " I'm your father." I didn't believe him because I knew who my real parents are, I was thinking that this was a some kind of a joke. He then showed me a paper. It was a DNA test result, there it was confirmed that our DNA matched. My mother the one who raised me told the whole truth. That they just saw me when I was a baby outside their house. That time they were lamenting for the lost of their real child. That's why they didn't had second thoughts of adopting me and that explained it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My real parents weren't married when I was born because they had family problems that time. My real mom became mentally and physically ill that time because their families was against their relationship. It seemed like my mother escaped and brought me with her. They told me my mother died because she was hit by a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family of my father owns a hotel in Makati. I'm not telling the name. Well I didn't believe it at first but my father is a wealthy man. He has a lot of businesses and often leaves the country for business trips. I asked my father if he could help my mother the one who raised me. He just smiled at me and told me, "Consider it done." I also helped my friends because they were the ones who helped me when I was down. Orly now owns a Magic the Gathering Card shop at Robinsons Galleria. At least I did something for them before leaving Antipolo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I live here at Forbes Park Makati. I'm still not used to this house because it's so big. I now have my own room, Laptop, Cell Phone, electric guitar, car, Raider Jr, and a lot more. Well I was the one who designed my room so it's my style. I'm not used to this kind of life because everyone in the house is calling me "Sir." Everyone has their own tasks/chores and all I have to do is to do nothing. When I want to go outside or to a mall a driver tends to take me there using my car. I also have these two tall guys that is always following me everywhere I go. It seems like I can't do the things that I usually do before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father asked me what else I want and I answered him that I wasn't to go to school again. To take up a second course and I'm planning to take up culinary course. I love to cook and to eat. He just told me to pick a school which until now I haven't decided yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe that arranged marriage still occurs nowadays? Well, believe it because I'm in one now. My father has arranged a marriage for me to a family friend. It seems like our families are friends for a long time and it would be a genocide if I wouldn't follow my father. I've been with this girl for about two weeks, at first I thought that she was a brat or a spoiled kid. Because in how I define a rich girl attitude, well I based it on experience. But I was wrong. She is so kind gentle, caring, a down to earth person, mature, and most of all I admire her in how she dresses and she's sooo.... pretty /lv... I asked her if she already had a boyfriend before. She answered me "You're my first boyfriend or should I say my Fiancé." The she asked me the same question. "Did you ever had a girlfriend when you where still in Antipolo?" In my mind I was thinking of lying to her. But I couldn't lie to her so I told her the truth. It seemed that she wasn't affected at all and she replied to me saying, "I'll be your last girlfriend =p."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life seems to be in a different direction now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se let me put it in the way it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read this and believed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is just my way of greeting you a "HAPPY APRIL FOOLS DAY!! NYAHAHAHAH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You got served!!" mwahahahaahaha!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630025545906979871-3880016051555696978?l=enslavedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/feeds/3880016051555696978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630025545906979871&amp;postID=3880016051555696978' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/3880016051555696978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/3880016051555696978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/2008/04/unravelling-past.html' title='Unravelling The Past'/><author><name>Xchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509574756686198281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQLQWGzqljI/AAAAAAAAAJw/i7ek0LjTxJg/S220/1_733249572l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630025545906979871.post-8348309654439634290</id><published>2008-03-24T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T21:57:10.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebirth</title><content type='html'>After the food poisoning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;incident&lt;/span&gt; I had managed to recover from it. Right now I think I have recovered 90% of my health. I stayed at home for 5 days. I didn't get bored because even thought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; at home I had a lot of things to do. Well I had tons of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dvd&lt;/span&gt; to watch, guitar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;practise&lt;/span&gt; of power cords, magic cards, food &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;trip pings&lt;/span&gt;, etc. I just slept and slept, time seems so fast when your at home and its been a while since I came home. I somehow realized the responsibilities that I should be taking. Orly visited me every other day so it was kinda sweet of him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;heheh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. Still I trying to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;maintain&lt;/span&gt; strength right now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; doing a program right now. Sleep for 8hrs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;every night&lt;/span&gt;, wake up at 5am and do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;jogging&lt;/span&gt;. Well Orly is with me every morning, we go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ynares&lt;/span&gt; to jog. Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; all for now. Ciao for now. ^__^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630025545906979871-8348309654439634290?l=enslavedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/feeds/8348309654439634290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630025545906979871&amp;postID=8348309654439634290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/8348309654439634290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/8348309654439634290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/2008/03/rebirth.html' title='Rebirth'/><author><name>Xchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509574756686198281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQLQWGzqljI/AAAAAAAAAJw/i7ek0LjTxJg/S220/1_733249572l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630025545906979871.post-2537938469811556859</id><published>2008-03-15T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T23:28:53.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Poisoning Part 2 (end?)</title><content type='html'>Even though I have this severe stomach pain until now I managed to walk from my Grandmother's house to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shopwise&lt;/span&gt; this morning. If I would estimate the distance, it would be around 5 to 7 blocks away from where I stay. I thought of going there to buy C2. I was craving for that drink and I wanted to get some fresh air. When I got there I noticed that there were no C2 apple available. I didn't want to go home empty handed so I decided to buy the lemon flavor. While I was in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Shopwise&lt;/span&gt; my stomach was really killing me. Even though the sun outside was so up I did bring and were a jacket because I was feeling cold. After buying the C2 I went to the shop. I forgot to record that last night it was confirmed that the green muscles are the ones responsible for this severe stomach pain that until now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; suffering of. Julius, Jared, Orly, Kristina and I were suffering the same symptoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only thing bothering me now is that until now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; still feeling this stomach pain. I hope I can survive this one. I need to survive... I must live... I will!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630025545906979871-2537938469811556859?l=enslavedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/feeds/2537938469811556859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630025545906979871&amp;postID=2537938469811556859' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/2537938469811556859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/2537938469811556859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/2008/03/food-poisoning-part-2-end.html' title='Food Poisoning Part 2 (end?)'/><author><name>Xchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509574756686198281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQLQWGzqljI/AAAAAAAAAJw/i7ek0LjTxJg/S220/1_733249572l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630025545906979871.post-697517351143282193</id><published>2008-03-15T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T12:40:59.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Poisoning Part 1</title><content type='html'>March 12, 2008 around 8pm at Tags Cafe there we saw Julius. He asked us if we would come with him to the birthday of her older sister. Orly and I didn't have second thoughts. At the party there were so many foods. We indulged our selves until we were full. Orly requested for some liquor. I didn't drank that much because I didn't want to be wasted in front of them. Around 2am in the morning the uncle of Julius offered us some green muscles. I noticed at first that there were something strange. Observing the green muscles, it seemed it wasn't well cooked. But I ignored it seeing all of them eating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 8 hours, I noticed that I had a slight fever and a chill feeling. I was sweating and a severe stomach pain. I quickly bought diatabs a medicine for stomach ache. I thought it was enough but it wasnt. Still until now I can feel the stomach pain. Im keeping these for myself, I dont want any pitty or help from anyone. I want to prove to myself that I can endure this pain and get through this. "Nankuranaisa" means "Everything will turn out well." Well if anything happens to me, at least I have a record. Sayonara for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630025545906979871-697517351143282193?l=enslavedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/feeds/697517351143282193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630025545906979871&amp;postID=697517351143282193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/697517351143282193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/697517351143282193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/2008/03/food-poisoning-part-1.html' title='Food Poisoning Part 1'/><author><name>Xchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509574756686198281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQLQWGzqljI/AAAAAAAAAJw/i7ek0LjTxJg/S220/1_733249572l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630025545906979871.post-2886693884174412229</id><published>2008-03-06T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T17:41:21.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic the Gathering</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/R8-47F02aEI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ugg-H0iF_nE/s1600-h/MTG_LOGO.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174557822187628610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/R8-47F02aEI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ugg-H0iF_nE/s400/MTG_LOGO.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was year 2002 when I first started to learn how to play Magic the Gathering cards. Patrick a friend of mine showed me the basics of this card game. That time I was a second year college student. I didnt have a part time job so it was hard for me to save money and buy cards for me to make my own deck of cards. The cards are so expensive, imagine a single card costing 500 pesos. A deck is composed of 60 cards, so imagine that it is really expensive. Somehow I managed to create of own and very first deck that time. I named it the Sliver Deck because it was composed mainly of creatures that are called Sliver. I had fun playing and collecting cards that time. Then a time came when Ragnarok Online came out. I became to addicted to that game that I needed to sell my cards in order for me to have money to play online. I sold my Sliver Deck for only 500 pesos, but if I estimate it, I think I spended around 1500 pesos to complete that deck. I really was stupid that time and I learned from that experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Orly a friend of mine helped me to make a deck. I managed to compose a deck just last wk. Friends of mine helped me, some of them gave cards that are so expensive without exchange of anything. I love my deck, the theme of my deck is an anti-creature which means I can kill any creature that my enemy will play in the game. Below are some of my key cards that are priceless. heheheh. Im hell good that im back playing magic the gathering! hell yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/R8-6Cl02aFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Iov_wmytJBw/s1600-h/aaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174559050548275282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/R8-6Cl02aFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Iov_wmytJBw/s200/aaaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/R8-6MV02aGI/AAAAAAAAACE/GrfnTvmTLa8/s1600-h/vvvv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174559218051999842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/R8-6MV02aGI/AAAAAAAAACE/GrfnTvmTLa8/s200/vvvv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/R8-6gV02aHI/AAAAAAAAACM/PYqM1ZyECLc/s1600-h/ccccc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174559561649383538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/R8-6gV02aHI/AAAAAAAAACM/PYqM1ZyECLc/s200/ccccc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/R8-7bl02aII/AAAAAAAAACU/2LX-9xYkv2Q/s1600-h/Card35086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174560579556632706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/R8-7bl02aII/AAAAAAAAACU/2LX-9xYkv2Q/s200/Card35086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2630025545906979871-2886693884174412229?l=enslavedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/feeds/2886693884174412229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630025545906979871&amp;postID=2886693884174412229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/2886693884174412229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/2886693884174412229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/2008/03/magic-gathering.html' title='Magic the Gathering'/><author><name>Xchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509574756686198281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQLQWGzqljI/AAAAAAAAAJw/i7ek0LjTxJg/S220/1_733249572l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/R8-47F02aEI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ugg-H0iF_nE/s72-c/MTG_LOGO.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630025545906979871.post-5869198123121594330</id><published>2008-03-05T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T11:03:47.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip</title><content type='html'>Before you read this. FORGIVE ME IF THERE  are grammatical errors or wrong spelling. PEACE NOT PISS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 4, 2007 I woke up around 7:30 am and went straight to the shop. While I was heading to the shop I was thinking if we will still pursue our road trip. There I saw Obet and Orly. Orly smiled at me like a greening demon and told me to get myslef ready for our road trip. I went home and started to prepare, 20mins later Me, Jerome, Orly and Obet started our journey. On the jeep to cubao we seated in different places because there were so many people and it was rush time. I in the other hand noticed that the girl next to me was cute. I cant help myself noticing cute girls :D Orly was sleeping, Obet was by my side, Jerome was infront of me. We were talking about rf that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at cubao around 9am. We walked to our 2nd destination, to the bus terminal. While heading to the bus terminal, Orly the tour guide was talking about the past when they were walking in the same route that we were taking. It seemed like Orly was somehow reminiscing things. We waited at the bus terminal for a Malinta trip to pass us. The bus that we rode was not airconditioned. I sat with Obet and Orly sat with Jerome. At the middle of our trip near Sm north 2 kids with an age range of 10 - 18 boared the bus. They gave out envelops to everyone in the bus. We where surprised in how the boy played his improvised drum set. The drum set was made with used cans and used rubber. Hell! He performed like a professional drummer. The bus was surrounded by the sound he created and I was so amused. It was like we were making a documentary film and the backround music the the boy created suited our trip. Imagine an ethnic sound and the view outside the window are rice fields with blue sky. We just noticed after the music that we were already there at our destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Valenzuela, Orly our tour guided somehow misleaded us. He told us "Mejo kabisado ko na and daanan dito." Yep he was right. We went the wrong way instead of turning left, we took the right jeep. Orly just noticed that the road signs that he knew were not there. So turned back and headed the other way. There I was convinced that we were heading the right way. After the jeep we walked towards our destination. I noticed that the houses are like houses in the province. The air was clean and the people somehow are friendly. There was a place there that I imagined was like a place in silent hill. Exactly 11:30am we arrived at our destination. Nath was surprised that we came all the way just to see him lol. I admit I really missed that guy, he is the type of guy that I can say is.. a TRUE FRIEND. Well we ate our lunch there, Nath is great cook if you asked me. There we spent hours just talking about things like we used to do. We watched dvd classic movies and with the idea of Jerome, Orly and Obet bought peanuts and Mr. Generoso. Aw! I somehow prepared myself for this. I was expecting this to happen. While drinking Mr. Generoso I imagined things that we used to do after the closing of tags. *sigh* I already miss those days T__T. Aftere 2 shots of Mr. Generoso I gave up. My head was already hurting, I felt this hot feeling and was feeling sleepy. But then again Nath insisted that I take another shot of Mr. Generoso. I took it and went straight to the cr. After that I just remebered that I fell asleep in the sofa. After an hour I woke up and saw Nath and Orly playing Magic Cards. There I witnessed the duel of two MTG FANATICS. Somehow MTG brings back old memories. Merriam days, Magic DAYS, KOF DAYS, RAGNA DAYS, those were the days. After the duel we prepared for our 4th destination SM valenzuela. We thought we could find magic cards there but we failed. Here is one of the high lights in road trip. Everytime we see High School Students or even Elementary Students we shouted out loud "ORLY-KUN!!" I noticed that there were so many cute girls in Valenzuela that I cant help myself starring at them XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After SM Valenzuela we waited at the bus terminal from Valenzuela to Cubao. It was rush hour so there were so many people in the bus. I noticed that a URS student boreded the bus. There was no place for her to sit. Obet in the other hand became generous and stood up to gave her a sit. The bad part is, the girl just passed obet at sat at the back part of the bus. The sit that Obet occupied was occupied by an old man instead of the URS GIRL. I in my mind thought that, sometimes its better to be selfish. In the middle of EDSA our bus cranked out. We had to transfer to another bus. We arrived at cubao around 7pm. There we went our seperate ways because Orly and Jerome needed to go to Sta Lucia while Obet needed to be home before 8pm. I decided to go with Obet. We sat in thew front seats of the Jeep heading to Antipolo and there I took a nap. When I woke up I noticed that we were near Antipolo. The wind was so cold, I can see the overlooking, Obet was somehow asleep. 8:00pm we arrived at Antipolo, Obet went home and so did I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I call this a road trip even though we didnt have our own car. But still we managed to achieve our goal and arrived at our destination. This concludes that when you are with your friends its better to have fun rather soaking yourself infront of the computer. I admit I really had a great time. This was the first time I travelled that far with friends. Im thankful that still I can say Im not alone and I have friends. Two words to describe that day "ROAD TRIP."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630025545906979871-5869198123121594330?l=enslavedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/feeds/5869198123121594330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630025545906979871&amp;postID=5869198123121594330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/5869198123121594330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/5869198123121594330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/2008/03/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip'/><author><name>Xchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509574756686198281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQLQWGzqljI/AAAAAAAAAJw/i7ek0LjTxJg/S220/1_733249572l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630025545906979871.post-2864583840648486858</id><published>2008-02-29T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T19:05:40.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BMau down!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/R8fkZBpUdUI/AAAAAAAAAAw/8_pJF52xBZQ/s1600-h/weee.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172353815647909186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/R8fkZBpUdUI/AAAAAAAAAAw/8_pJF52xBZQ/s400/weee.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WEEEEE!! As you can see above is a picture of a Brown Mau that I destroyed. BMau's are primary used by the Bellato Union. BMaus are so expensive thats why not all can afford it. It is also hard to duel with one because it is so over powered. Luckily I managed to destroy one that belongs to a player name "jerome100", bad luck for him because he will need money to buy another new one again. Well this is only an example what happens if you try to fight with the Accretian Empire. Still the war doesent end here. It's just the begining of a new era. Crimson Dawn a new begining.&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/2630025545906979871-2864583840648486858?l=enslavedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/feeds/2864583840648486858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630025545906979871&amp;postID=2864583840648486858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/2864583840648486858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/2864583840648486858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/2008/02/brown-mau-down.html' title='BMau down!'/><author><name>Xchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509574756686198281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQLQWGzqljI/AAAAAAAAAJw/i7ek0LjTxJg/S220/1_733249572l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/R8fkZBpUdUI/AAAAAAAAAAw/8_pJF52xBZQ/s72-c/weee.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630025545906979871.post-817151161332383855</id><published>2008-02-21T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T15:15:32.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>Lately id been having this weird dreams. I wouldnt classify them as bad dreams or nightmares. Still, a friend of mine can read dreams. He told me, "just try to stay alive until June." I admit im having problems now. I think my problems are not enough reasons for me to loose my life. "Fight!! Fight!! Fight!!" Just weird dreams o.0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630025545906979871-817151161332383855?l=enslavedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/feeds/817151161332383855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630025545906979871&amp;postID=817151161332383855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/817151161332383855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/817151161332383855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/2008/02/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Xchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509574756686198281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQLQWGzqljI/AAAAAAAAAJw/i7ek0LjTxJg/S220/1_733249572l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630025545906979871.post-7733237225837737873</id><published>2008-02-16T05:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T05:51:57.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Due to SLOW internet</title><content type='html'>Arrgghh... Its 5:56 am. I should be sleeping but Im still here infront of the pc. I must be playing rf but the net was to slow. Thats why here again, blogging. Pictures.. reminds me of so many things. I hate reminiscing the past. I should be forgetting everything. Its when times like these that I feel like I hate myself. I feel to stupid when Im in this position. Some say that I still cant move on. I think its not that I cant move on. I know I can. But why does these memories haunt me. My friends try to set me up with a date with a girl. They say that if I try to find love. Ill be able to forget the past. I think im not ready for a new relationship. I know that right now im not into SERIOUS relationship. It may end in a complete missery if I would try be in one. If there would be a way to remove memories from our minds. Id take that operation. I want to forget everything. Am I "EMO"? damn.. im not "EMO". I should find a way to keep this memories away from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630025545906979871-7733237225837737873?l=enslavedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/feeds/7733237225837737873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630025545906979871&amp;postID=7733237225837737873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/7733237225837737873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/7733237225837737873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/2008/02/due-to-slow-internet.html' title='Due to SLOW internet'/><author><name>Xchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509574756686198281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQLQWGzqljI/AAAAAAAAAJw/i7ek0LjTxJg/S220/1_733249572l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630025545906979871.post-3223135200900833449</id><published>2008-02-14T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T17:42:10.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Redemption</title><content type='html'>Its been a while since I sat infront of a pastor preaching. Lately ive been having this feeling of thirst.. thirst for the word of God. I want to seek Him, learn from Him and be with Him. Ive been doing a lot of things that I know that ill regret in the future. I have no one to tell those things, just myself. But when I heard and undestood the message of the pastor. I had this feeling like im so light. A burning feeling inside of me urges me to seek more... I want to be like I was before 15 yrs ago. That time I was going to church weekley, attending bible camps and reading scripture passages. "I want to go back.. God.. please forgive me.. I know that ive done so many things that I know was wrong. I admit im a sinner. I want you to come in to my life again.. Please help me.."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630025545906979871-3223135200900833449?l=enslavedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/feeds/3223135200900833449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630025545906979871&amp;postID=3223135200900833449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/3223135200900833449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/3223135200900833449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/2008/02/redemption.html' title='Redemption'/><author><name>Xchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509574756686198281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQLQWGzqljI/AAAAAAAAAJw/i7ek0LjTxJg/S220/1_733249572l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630025545906979871.post-2134973556521205090</id><published>2008-02-13T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T13:37:24.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burial</title><content type='html'>I was playing RF when Patrick said, "Guys!! flash news!! Mang Tony just passed away." Hearing what Pat said gave out silence to all of us. I felt sad for Orly.. The next night we went to the Lamay near the Antipolo Church. There we sat and talked about things.. We playing a game of cards, not noticing the time. We just saw students dressed and going to school. It was already morning. I can see in the face of Orly that he is still shocked in what happened. I believed that he was not ready for this. We did our best to comfort him. His fake smiles and laughs are all that I can see that night. Damn, I know the feeling of losing a family member. Well I hope he can get over with it. *sigh* Death... its death that awaits for all of us in the end....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630025545906979871-2134973556521205090?l=enslavedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/feeds/2134973556521205090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630025545906979871&amp;postID=2134973556521205090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/2134973556521205090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/2134973556521205090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/2008/02/burial.html' title='Burial'/><author><name>Xchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509574756686198281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQLQWGzqljI/AAAAAAAAAJw/i7ek0LjTxJg/S220/1_733249572l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630025545906979871.post-778833217186758470</id><published>2008-02-09T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T21:00:08.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rise Of The Pentagram</title><content type='html'>One dark afternoon&lt;br /&gt;Like a shadow I flew&lt;br /&gt;Through the rain that fell sick with lament&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this house of incest&lt;br /&gt;For when we undressed&lt;br /&gt;Blasphemies against Venus were rent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though a sister removed&lt;br /&gt;Her white body approved&lt;br /&gt;The parade of my heavenly quests&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, all tongues are not true&lt;br /&gt;Some are forked or askew&lt;br /&gt;Like an uncivil serpents at best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For ousted from Eden&lt;br /&gt;I fausted all reason&lt;br /&gt;Hook in mouth like Saint Peter Pan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To haunt fairy groves&lt;br /&gt;And hot virgin coves&lt;br /&gt;Where in the promiscuous swam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I elected lovers and rejected others&lt;br /&gt;Mathistrisses that dont give a damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for those that still do&lt;br /&gt;My deep interest grew&lt;br /&gt;The rise of the true pentagram&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630025545906979871-778833217186758470?l=enslavedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/feeds/778833217186758470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630025545906979871&amp;postID=778833217186758470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/778833217186758470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/778833217186758470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/2008/02/rise-of-pentagram.html' title='Rise Of The Pentagram'/><author><name>Xchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509574756686198281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQLQWGzqljI/AAAAAAAAAJw/i7ek0LjTxJg/S220/1_733249572l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630025545906979871.post-4016315497879195891</id><published>2008-02-07T07:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T08:04:37.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another DAY</title><content type='html'>The scent of cold air in the air. Morning breath and pillow marks on my face. Sunshine peeking through my window and my cp alarms exactly 6am. I have to wake up, its' time to work. Another day and another struggle. Still the war continues in Novus. I cant do anything to stop the war. Either we eliminate the other two races? 0.o and the game would end? waa! lol! It's time to farm. Time to work on it. I have so many orders on my list and theyre counting on me. Its like im playing a role of a drug supplier. The more I give, the more they come back in dozens.  Man I love what im doing. I earn cash just sitting in front of a computer and playing a game. Ive experienced this same situation when I was in college. I made my own allowance and did what was needed to be done. I wont let anyone run my life again. I'll live until I can.. until this headaches kills me from this madness o.0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630025545906979871-4016315497879195891?l=enslavedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/feeds/4016315497879195891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630025545906979871&amp;postID=4016315497879195891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/4016315497879195891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/4016315497879195891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/2008/02/another-day.html' title='Another DAY'/><author><name>Xchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509574756686198281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQLQWGzqljI/AAAAAAAAAJw/i7ek0LjTxJg/S220/1_733249572l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630025545906979871.post-4482760460290323883</id><published>2008-02-07T07:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T07:55:40.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Esem</title><content type='html'>Patingin-tingin, di naman makabili&lt;br /&gt;Patingin-tingin, di makapanood ng sine&lt;br /&gt;Walang ibang pera, kundi pamasahe&lt;br /&gt;Nakayanan ko lang, pambili ng dalalwang yosi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pamoy-amoy, di naman makakain&lt;br /&gt;Busog na sa tubig Gutom nailipas din&lt;br /&gt;Patuloy ang laboy Walang iisipin&lt;br /&gt;Kailangang magsaya, kailangang magpahangin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakainip ang ganitong buhay&lt;br /&gt;Nakakainis ang ganitong buhay&lt;br /&gt;Nakakainip ang ganitong buhay&lt;br /&gt;Nakakainis ang ganitong buhay (repeat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gumagabi na Ako’y uuwi na&lt;br /&gt;Tapos na ang saya Balik sa problema&lt;br /&gt;At bukas ng umaga Uulitin ko pa ba ang kahibangang ito&lt;br /&gt;Sa tingin ko hindi na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakainip ang ganitong buhay&lt;br /&gt;Nakakainis ang ganitong buhay&lt;br /&gt;Nakakainip ang ganitong buhay&lt;br /&gt;Nakakainis ang ganitong buhay&lt;br /&gt;Nakakabaliw ang ganitong buhay&lt;br /&gt;Di nakakaaliw ang ganitong buhay&lt;br /&gt;Nakakabaliw ang ganitong buhay&lt;br /&gt;Di nakakaaliw ang ganitong buhay No... no… no… no…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahit papaano nakakarelate ako sa kanta na ito. Ang author ng kanta na ito ay ang bandang YANO. Luma na yang kanta na yan. Siguro elementary palang ako naririnig ko na yan. Dati pag naririnig ko itong kanta na ito napapaisip ako don sa main character. Naiisip ko "cguro tamad ung tao na un kaya gnun buhay niya?" Pero habang tumatanda ang isang tao. Mas marami siyang naiintidihan at napagdadaan. Sa ngayon parang nakikita ko sarili ko sa kanya na iyan. Pero.... hindi habang buhay magiging ganito ako. Ano magagawa niyo?? Eh masaya itong ganito XD hahaha.. lolz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630025545906979871-4482760460290323883?l=enslavedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/feeds/4482760460290323883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630025545906979871&amp;postID=4482760460290323883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/4482760460290323883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/4482760460290323883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/2008/02/esem.html' title='Esem'/><author><name>Xchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509574756686198281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQLQWGzqljI/AAAAAAAAAJw/i7ek0LjTxJg/S220/1_733249572l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630025545906979871.post-3401534677360746360</id><published>2008-02-06T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T09:10:36.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Horse</title><content type='html'>The smoke smells so good from the grilled bbqs. The table is being set and the chairs are arranged around like tables of a round table. Friends are laughing and getting ready for an event. The sounds from karaoke are killing my ears. The wind is so cold. Alast the waiting has ended. An ice cold red horse has been served in front of us. The birthday boy smiles and looks at me. I took the first shot. The bitter taste and the not so pleasent smell of the liqour corrupted me. We all had a great time. Talking like theres no tommorow until the last bottle of beer got empty. Why are we doing these? Its not the taste of the liqour that we like. Not even the tasty "pulutan." But the "kwentuhan" and the "bonding" is what I think the "BEST" in a "BEER SESSION." Then I went home around 4am. "Damn.... I need to get some sleep.... I need to wake up 7am.. I have work to do..." while thinking of things that doesent seem to be so important. I felt so numbed. The feeling is good.. I closed my eyes.. so cold.. and numbed of the feelings...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630025545906979871-3401534677360746360?l=enslavedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/feeds/3401534677360746360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630025545906979871&amp;postID=3401534677360746360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/3401534677360746360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/3401534677360746360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/2008/02/red-horse.html' title='Red Horse'/><author><name>Xchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509574756686198281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQLQWGzqljI/AAAAAAAAAJw/i7ek0LjTxJg/S220/1_733249572l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630025545906979871.post-6651690683062839325</id><published>2008-02-03T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T14:47:42.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death and Rebirth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/R6VhjM0PvZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Gg_gVHMCuLM/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162639805213818258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/R6VhjM0PvZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Gg_gVHMCuLM/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/R6VhjM0PvZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Gg_gVHMCuLM/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;From ashes arises a beast covered of heavy metal alloy. Forged from the flames of Hell. A thirst for blood, power and revenge. Death Shall come to all! After all those cruel years of suffering, finally unlocks the seal of the serpent and lets loose a tremendouse storm. A storm that will never stop and will rule for centuries. Yes, the prophecy has come true. Doomsday has arrived, a death bringer has been released. Under the control of the Empire (Accretia) HellScreams was born. Revenge!! Death!! Pain!! to all living things!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;^,..,^ as you can see here is my character in RF Nexus server HellScreams. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Err.... flames??? errr.... &gt;__&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630025545906979871-6651690683062839325?l=enslavedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/feeds/6651690683062839325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630025545906979871&amp;postID=6651690683062839325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/6651690683062839325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/6651690683062839325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/2008/02/death-and-rebirth.html' title='Death and Rebirth'/><author><name>Xchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509574756686198281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQLQWGzqljI/AAAAAAAAAJw/i7ek0LjTxJg/S220/1_733249572l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/R6VhjM0PvZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Gg_gVHMCuLM/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630025545906979871.post-559830140683616828</id><published>2008-02-01T08:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T08:43:48.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A boy</title><content type='html'>I used to know somebody who would do anything for a friend or a loved one. He used to smile despite of countless troubles ahead of him. Would challenge anything and prove that he's right and wont regret a thing after. A boy with thousand dreams and would do crazy things for a loved one. When it comes to love, even though he doesent know a lot of things about love, still.... he tried his best and did things that you would never imagine a boy could do. He was always there for her. He would skip clas just to be with her and they would tag along a church. Sit under a tree for hours and watch the people that pass by. He would also cook a meal and bring to her, and inside the  note, usually the note says "Im sorry if the meat/chicken is a little bit hard, I accidentally over cooked it because I thought it would make it extra crispy T__T." He would wait for her even thought he knows it would be hours till she arrives. Would stay up in night to wait for her phone call. He knows how to make her laugh and smile. He would visit her in her house and help around the cleaning. But now... I no longer see that boy. "Change is the only constant thing in this world." I had lost sight of that boy. A hard, cold, selfish man was standing at a memorial. Death took that boy. Death has set him free..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630025545906979871-559830140683616828?l=enslavedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/feeds/559830140683616828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630025545906979871&amp;postID=559830140683616828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/559830140683616828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/559830140683616828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/2008/01/boy.html' title='A boy'/><author><name>Xchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509574756686198281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQLQWGzqljI/AAAAAAAAAJw/i7ek0LjTxJg/S220/1_733249572l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630025545906979871.post-8331323710193479272</id><published>2008-02-01T08:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T08:25:14.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Escape</title><content type='html'>It's been three months since ive been like this. Im not myself like I used to be. Im doing things that I know ill regret later. Always thinking of her as if she wasnt responsible why Im acting like this now. Im so sick and tired of being like this. I always wake up in the middle of the night and I find my self searching for you. I maybe crazy or just over emotional of how things turned out. Still... I know deep inside me that.. I miss her... is it to much to ask for something that you know would change your life and lead you to a way that would make you grow... Yes.. to grow... *sigh* I wish I could get over you... evry single corner of this town reminds me of you... the letters, handworks, pictures and songs burns the HELL OUT OF ME. I know there's no turning back, there's so many things that have changed. Do I have to live like this my whole life? Hell... is this Hell.. no... im just creating it genocide that would lead me to my end... *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630025545906979871-8331323710193479272?l=enslavedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/feeds/8331323710193479272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630025545906979871&amp;postID=8331323710193479272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/8331323710193479272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/8331323710193479272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/2008/01/escape.html' title='Escape'/><author><name>Xchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509574756686198281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQLQWGzqljI/AAAAAAAAAJw/i7ek0LjTxJg/S220/1_733249572l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630025545906979871.post-2323858898782588787</id><published>2008-01-31T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T19:06:09.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Cradle to Enslave</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two thousand fattened years like maniacs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have despoiled our common grave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now what necrophagous Second Coming backs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From the cradle to enslave?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some lines of the song "From the Cradle to Enslave". Some may say that this is a work an anti Christ. The lyrics used in this song are so cool that you would'nt imagine using those words in a conversation.  Cradle of Filth, the band who made this obra maestra is also known as gothic vampires and thier genre is Death Metal. Still the bottom line is, this song really rocks the hell out of me /m/ HELL YEAH!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630025545906979871-2323858898782588787?l=enslavedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/feeds/2323858898782588787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630025545906979871&amp;postID=2323858898782588787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/2323858898782588787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630025545906979871/posts/default/2323858898782588787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enslavedd.blogspot.com/2008/01/from-cradle-to-enslave.html' title='From the Cradle to Enslave'/><author><name>Xchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509574756686198281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JL6_lAlLNXY/SQLQWGzqljI/AAAAAAAAAJw/i7ek0LjTxJg/S220/1_733249572l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
