<?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-9081908393907313597</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:18:58.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>desOlatEd-a!njEL</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desolated-ainjel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081908393907313597/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desolated-ainjel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dEsOLatEd_a!njEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17380344689933700187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0VYvcfow1Lo/R_0RvD_QJ-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/FYxesX5NguE/S220/Okie.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081908393907313597.post-1804617190293618495</id><published>2008-06-02T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T19:48:00.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man?</title><content type='html'>by dEsOLatEd-a!njEL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re man enough&lt;br /&gt;Why hide on your facade and your stupid poems&lt;br /&gt;If you’re man enough&lt;br /&gt;Why let your past haunt you and live from regrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re man enough&lt;br /&gt;Why suffer on things that might be different if taken an action&lt;br /&gt;If you’re man enough&lt;br /&gt;Why not make the first move than wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your man enough &lt;br /&gt;Why not tell your real feelings and free yourself from burden&lt;br /&gt;If your man enough&lt;br /&gt;Why not take risk and prepare for the consequences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not being afraid is a manly do…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081908393907313597-1804617190293618495?l=desolated-ainjel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desolated-ainjel.blogspot.com/feeds/1804617190293618495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081908393907313597&amp;postID=1804617190293618495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081908393907313597/posts/default/1804617190293618495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081908393907313597/posts/default/1804617190293618495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desolated-ainjel.blogspot.com/2008/06/untitled.html' title='Man?'/><author><name>dEsOLatEd_a!njEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17380344689933700187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0VYvcfow1Lo/R_0RvD_QJ-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/FYxesX5NguE/S220/Okie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081908393907313597.post-3811243236239629505</id><published>2008-05-23T02:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T02:12:10.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Try Not To Cry...T_T</title><content type='html'>She jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room. She &lt;br /&gt;said: 'How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can I see &lt;br /&gt;him?'The surgeon said, 'I'm sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn't make &lt;br /&gt;it.' &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Sally said, 'Why do little children get cancer? Doesn't God care any more? Where &lt;br /&gt;were you, God, when my son needed you?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surgeon asked, 'Would you like some time alone with your son? One of the &lt;br /&gt;nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he's transported to the &lt;br /&gt;university.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good bye to her son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair. 'Would you like a lock of &lt;br /&gt;his hair?' the nurse asked. Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the &lt;br /&gt;boy's hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to &lt;br /&gt;Sally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother said, 'It was Jimmy's idea to donate his body to the University for &lt;br /&gt;Study. He said it might help somebody else. 'I said no at first, but Jimmy &lt;br /&gt;said, 'Mom, I won't be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other &lt;br /&gt;little boy spend one more day with his Mom.' She went on, 'My Jimmy had a &lt;br /&gt;heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help &lt;br /&gt;others if he could.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally walked out of Children's Mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending &lt;br /&gt;most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy's belongings &lt;br /&gt;on the seat beside her in the car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive home was difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty house. She &lt;br /&gt;carried Jimmy's belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to &lt;br /&gt;her son's room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his room &lt;br /&gt;exactly where he had always kept them. She lay down across his bed and, &lt;br /&gt;hugging his pillow, cried herself to &lt;br /&gt;sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Lying beside her on the bed was a &lt;br /&gt;folded letter. The letter said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Dear Mom, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're going to miss me; but don't think that I will ever forget you, &lt;br /&gt;or stop loving you, just 'cause I'm not around to say 'I Love You'. I will always love you, Mom, even more with each day. Someday we will see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won't be so lonely, that's okay with me. He can have my room and all my stuff to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't like the same things us boys do. You'll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know. Don't be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything. The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus doesn't look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus himself took me to see GOD! And guess what, Mom? I got to sit on God's knee and talk to Him, like I was &lt;br /&gt;somebody important. That's when I told Him that I wanted to write you a &lt;br /&gt;letter, to tell you good bye and everything. But I already knew that wasn't &lt;br /&gt;allowed. Well, you know what Mom? God handed me some paper and His own &lt;br /&gt;personal pen to write you this letter I think Gabriel is the name of the &lt;br /&gt;angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God said for me to give &lt;br /&gt;you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him where was He when I needed him?' 'God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I've written except you. To &lt;br /&gt;everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn't that cool? I have &lt;br /&gt;to give God His pen back now He needs it to write some more names in the &lt;br /&gt;Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I'm &lt;br /&gt;sure the food will be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore the cancer is all gone.. &lt;br /&gt;I'm glad because I couldn't stand that pain anymore and God couldn't stand &lt;br /&gt;to see me hurt so much, either. That's when He sent The Angel of Mercy to &lt;br /&gt;come get me. The Angel said I was a Special Delivery! How about &lt;br /&gt;that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Signed &lt;br /&gt;with Love from God, Jesus &amp; Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081908393907313597-3811243236239629505?l=desolated-ainjel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desolated-ainjel.blogspot.com/feeds/3811243236239629505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081908393907313597&amp;postID=3811243236239629505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081908393907313597/posts/default/3811243236239629505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081908393907313597/posts/default/3811243236239629505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desolated-ainjel.blogspot.com/2008/05/try-not-to-crytt.html' title='Try Not To Cry...T_T'/><author><name>dEsOLatEd_a!njEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17380344689933700187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0VYvcfow1Lo/R_0RvD_QJ-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/FYxesX5NguE/S220/Okie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081908393907313597.post-8226788763925497608</id><published>2008-05-15T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T00:43:45.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 words women use in an argument..</title><content type='html'>1. FINE: this is the word woman use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. NOTHING: this is the calm before storm. This means something and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with nothing usually end in fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. GO AHEAD: this is a dare, not a permission. Don’t do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. LOUD SIGH: this means she thinks you’re an idiot and wonder why she’s wasting her time arguing with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. THAT’S OK: this means that she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistakes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081908393907313597-8226788763925497608?l=desolated-ainjel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desolated-ainjel.blogspot.com/feeds/8226788763925497608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081908393907313597&amp;postID=8226788763925497608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081908393907313597/posts/default/8226788763925497608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081908393907313597/posts/default/8226788763925497608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desolated-ainjel.blogspot.com/2008/05/5-words-women-use-in-argument.html' title='5 words women use in an argument..'/><author><name>dEsOLatEd_a!njEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17380344689933700187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0VYvcfow1Lo/R_0RvD_QJ-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/FYxesX5NguE/S220/Okie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081908393907313597.post-200375988373505696</id><published>2008-05-05T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T22:00:02.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys' way of saying ‘I LOVE YOU’</title><content type='html'>• Teasing you till you really get insulted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Eating your leftovers after eating what they’ve got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Make face at your back then pretend they did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Pinching your nose as if you’re not hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Pulling your hair then fix it afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Bite you then rub it afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Staring at your face then drifts when caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Saying I HATE YOU and let you feel the irony inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081908393907313597-200375988373505696?l=desolated-ainjel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desolated-ainjel.blogspot.com/feeds/200375988373505696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081908393907313597&amp;postID=200375988373505696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081908393907313597/posts/default/200375988373505696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081908393907313597/posts/default/200375988373505696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desolated-ainjel.blogspot.com/2008/05/guys-way-of-saying-i-love-you.html' title='Guys&apos; way of saying ‘I LOVE YOU’'/><author><name>dEsOLatEd_a!njEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17380344689933700187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0VYvcfow1Lo/R_0RvD_QJ-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/FYxesX5NguE/S220/Okie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081908393907313597.post-9176006692156608991</id><published>2008-05-04T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T18:40:55.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>31 ways to make a girl smile</title><content type='html'>1. Tell her she is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;2. Hold her hand at any moment … even if its ust for a second.&lt;br /&gt;3. Hug her from behind&lt;br /&gt;4. Leave her voice messages to wake up to.&lt;br /&gt;5. Wrestle with her  &lt;br /&gt;6. Don’t go hang out with you ex when she is not with you, you might not relize how badly it hurts her.&lt;br /&gt;7. If youre talking to another girl, when you’re done talking, walk over and hug her and kiss her….let her know she’s yours and they aren’t.&lt;br /&gt;8. Write her notes or call her just to say “hi”&lt;br /&gt;9. Introduce her to your friends … as your girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;10. Play with her hair.&lt;br /&gt;11. Pick her up (she loves it)&lt;br /&gt;12. Get upset if another guy touches her and she doesn’t like it&lt;br /&gt;13. Make her laugh&lt;br /&gt;14. Let her fall asleep in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;15. If she’s mad at you, kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;16. If you care about her, then TELL HER&lt;br /&gt;17. Every guy should give their girl 3 things: a stuffed animal (she’ll hug it every time she goes to sleep), jewelry (she’ll treasure it forever), and one of her t-shirts (she’ll most likely wear it to bed) or sweatshirts sprayed with her cologne!! and flowers or something occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;18. Treat her the same around your friends as you do when you’re alone.&lt;br /&gt;19. Look her in the eyes and smile.&lt;br /&gt;20. Hang out with her on weekends&lt;br /&gt;21. Kiss her in the rain (girls love this)&lt;br /&gt;22. Kiss her just for the heck of it&lt;br /&gt;23. If your listening to music, let her listen too.&lt;br /&gt;24. Remember her birthday and get her something, even if its’n simple and inexpensive, it came from YOU. it means all the world to HER.&lt;br /&gt;25. When she gives you a present on your birthday, Christmas, or just whenever, take it and tell her you love it, even if you don’t (it’ll make her happy.)&lt;br /&gt;26. Always call her when you say you will, it may not seem like it, but it does hurt her and makes her think you don’t care so call even if you can only talk for a minute. Girls don’t necessarily have to have hour long conversations every night but its nice for us to hear your voice even for a quick hello.&lt;br /&gt;27. Give her wat she wants&lt;br /&gt;28. Recognize the small things … they usually mean the most.&lt;br /&gt;29. Don’t hug her friends or your friends that are girls cause she’ll feel left out.&lt;br /&gt;30. Hang out with her whenever you are free and u should be free to hang wit your girl friend all the time&lt;br /&gt;31. If u care about her…SHOW her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081908393907313597-9176006692156608991?l=desolated-ainjel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desolated-ainjel.blogspot.com/feeds/9176006692156608991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081908393907313597&amp;postID=9176006692156608991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081908393907313597/posts/default/9176006692156608991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081908393907313597/posts/default/9176006692156608991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desolated-ainjel.blogspot.com/2008/05/31-ways-to-make-girl-smile.html' title='31 ways to make a girl smile'/><author><name>dEsOLatEd_a!njEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17380344689933700187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0VYvcfow1Lo/R_0RvD_QJ-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/FYxesX5NguE/S220/Okie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081908393907313597.post-3860973519920204669</id><published>2008-05-01T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T17:44:07.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>99 Facts about Guys that Girls should know!</title><content type='html'>1. Guys don’t actually look after good-looking girls. they prefer neat and presentable girls.&lt;br /&gt;2. Guys hate other flirts.&lt;br /&gt;3. A guy can like you for a minute, and then forget you afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;4. When a guy says he doesn’t understand you, it simply means you’re not thinking the way he is.&lt;br /&gt;5. Are you doing something?” or “Have you eaten already?” are the first usual questions a guy asks on the phone just to get out from stammering.&lt;br /&gt;6. Guys may be flirting around all day but before they go to sleep, they always think about the girl they truly care about.&lt;br /&gt;7. When a guy really likes you, he’ll disregard all your bad characteristics.&lt;br /&gt;8. Guys go crazy over a girl’s smile.&lt;br /&gt;9. Guys will do anything just to get the girl’s attention.&lt;br /&gt;10. Guys hate it when you talk about your ex-boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;11. When guys want to meet your parents. Let them. …….dont think so&lt;br /&gt;12. Guys want to tell you many things but they can’t. And they have one habit to gain courage and spirit to tell you many things and it is drinking! but do not generalise&lt;br /&gt;13. Guys cry!!!&lt;br /&gt;14. Don’t provoke the guy to heat up. Believe me. He will.&lt;br /&gt;15. Guys can never dream and hope too much.&lt;br /&gt;16. Guys usually try hard to get the girl who has dumped them, and this makes it harder for them to accept their defeat.&lt;br /&gt;17. When you touch a guy’s heart, there’s no turning back.&lt;br /&gt;18. Giving a guy a hanging message like “You know what?!..uh…never mind!” would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are thinking.&lt;br /&gt;19. Guys go crazy when girls touch their hands……yeh rite - watever.&lt;br /&gt;20. Guys are good flatterers when courting but they usually stammer when they talk to a girl they really like.&lt;br /&gt;21. When a guy makes a prolonged “umm” or makes any excuses when you’re asking him to do you a favor, he’s actually saying that he doesn’t like you and he can’t lay down the card for you.&lt;br /&gt;22. When a girl says “no”, a guy hears it as “try again tomorrow”. ……so true.&lt;br /&gt;23. You have to tell a guy what you really want before he gets the message clearly.&lt;br /&gt;24. Guys hate gays!&lt;br /&gt;25. Guys love their moms.&lt;br /&gt;26. A guy would sacrifice his money for lunch just to get you a couple of roses.&lt;br /&gt;27. A guy often thinks about the girl who likes him. But this doesn’t mean that the guy likes her.&lt;br /&gt;28. You can never understand him unless you listen to him.&lt;br /&gt;29. If a guy tells you he loves you once in a lifetime. He does.&lt;br /&gt;30. Beware. Guys can make gossips scatter through half of the face of the earth faster than girls can.&lt;br /&gt;31. Like Eve, girls are guysâ€™ weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;32. Guys are very open about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;33. It’s good to test a guy first before you believe him. But don’t let him wait that long.&lt;br /&gt;34. No guy is bad when he is courting&lt;br /&gt;35. Guys hate it when their clothes get dirty. Even a small dot.&lt;br /&gt;36. Guys really admire girls that they like even if they’re not that much pretty.&lt;br /&gt;37. Your best friend, whom your boyfriend seeks help from about his problems with you may end up being admired by your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;38. If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him. You don’t need to give advice…….very true.&lt;br /&gt;39. A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you.&lt;br /&gt;40. A guy finds ways to keep you off from linking with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;41. Guys love girls with brains more than girls in miniskirts. ……..sumtimes.&lt;br /&gt;42. Guys try to find the stuffed toy a girl wants but would unluckily get the wrong one.&lt;br /&gt;43. Guys virtually brag about anything.&lt;br /&gt;44. Guys cannot keep secrets that girls tell them.&lt;br /&gt;45. Guys think too much.&lt;br /&gt;46. Guys’ fantasies are unlimited.&lt;br /&gt;47. Girls’ height doesn’t really matter to a guy but her weight does!……very true.&lt;br /&gt;48. Guys tend to get serious with their relationship and become too possessive. So watch out girls!!!&lt;br /&gt;49. When a girl makes the boy suffer during courtship, it would be hard for him to let go of that girl.&lt;br /&gt;50. It’s not easy for a guy to let go of his girlfriend after they broke up especially when they’ve been together for 3 years or more.&lt;br /&gt;51. You have to tell a guy what you really want before getting involved with that guy.&lt;br /&gt;52. A guy has to experience rejection, because if he’s too-good-never-been-busted, never been in love and hurt, he won’t be matured and grow up.&lt;br /&gt;53. When an unlikable circumstance comes, guys blame themselves a lot more than girls do. They could even hurt themselves physically.&lt;br /&gt;54. Guys have strong passion to change but have weak will power.&lt;br /&gt;55. Guys are tigers in their peer groups but become tamed P**** with their girlfriends…..sumtimes depends wen they want sumat.&lt;br /&gt;56. When a guy pretends to be calm, check if he’s sweating. You’ll probably see that he is nervous.&lt;br /&gt;57. When a guy says he is going crazy about the girl. He really is.&lt;br /&gt;58. When a guy asks you to leave him alone, he’s just actually saying, “Please come and listen to me”……sumtimes.&lt;br /&gt;59. Guys don’t really have final decisions.&lt;br /&gt;60. When a guy loves you, bring out the best in him.&lt;br /&gt;61. If a guy starts to talk seriously, listen to him….very important.&lt;br /&gt;62. If a guy has been kept shut or silent, say something.&lt;br /&gt;63. Guys believe that there’s no such thing as love at first sight, but court the girls anyway and then realize at the end that he is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;64. Guys like femininity not feebleness.&lt;br /&gt;65. Guys don’t like girls who punch harder than they do.&lt;br /&gt;66. A guy may instantly know if the girl likes him but can never be sure unless the girl tells him.&lt;br /&gt;67. A guy would waste his time over video games and football, the way a girl would do over her romance novels and make-ups.&lt;br /&gt;68. Guys love girls who can cook or bake. ….they love u regardless.&lt;br /&gt;69. Guys like girls who are like their moms. No kidding!……true but only wen the guys are ready 2be settled down.&lt;br /&gt;70. A guy has more problems than you can see with your naked eyes.&lt;br /&gt;71. A guy’s friend knows everything about him. Use this to your advantage.&lt;br /&gt;72. Don’t be a snob. Guys may easily give up on the first sign of rejection.&lt;br /&gt;73. Don’t be biased. Try loving a guy without prejudice and you’ll be surprised.&lt;br /&gt;74. Girls who bathe in their eau de perfumes do more repelling than attracting guys.&lt;br /&gt;75. Guys are more talkative than girls are especially when the topic is about girls.&lt;br /&gt;76. Guys don’t comprehend the statement “Get lost” too well.&lt;br /&gt;77. Guys really think that girls are strange and have unpredictable decisions but still love them more.&lt;br /&gt;78. When a guy gives a crooked or pretentious grin at your jokes, he finds them offending and he just tried to be polite.&lt;br /&gt;79. Guys don’t care about how shiny their shoes are unlike girls.&lt;br /&gt;80. Guys tend to generalize about girls but once they get to know them, they’ll realize they’re wrong.&lt;br /&gt;81. Any guy can handle his problems all by his own. He’s just too stubborn to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;82. Guys find it so objectionable when a girl swears.&lt;br /&gt;83. Guys’ weakest point is at the knee.&lt;br /&gt;84. When a problem arises, a guy usually keeps himself cool but is already thinking of a way out.&lt;br /&gt;85. When a guy is conscious of his looks, it shows he is not good at fixing things.&lt;br /&gt;86. When a guy looks at you, either he’s amazed by you or he’s criticizing you.&lt;br /&gt;87. When you catch him cheating on you and he asks for a second chance, give it to him. But when you catch him again and he asks for another chance, ignore him.&lt;br /&gt;88. If a guy lets you go, he really loves you.&lt;br /&gt;89. If you have a boyfriend, and your boy best friend always glances at you and it obviously shows that he is jealous whenever you’re with your boyfriend, all I can say is your boy best friend loves you more than your boyfriend does.&lt;br /&gt;90. Guys learn from experience not from the romance books that girls read and take as their basis of experience.&lt;br /&gt;91. You can tell if a guy is really hurt or in pain when he cries in front of you!&lt;br /&gt;92. If a guy suddenly asks you for a date, ask him first why.&lt;br /&gt;93. When a guy says he can’t sleep if he doesn’t hear your voice even just for one night, hang up. He also tells that to another girl. He only flatters you and sometimes makes fun of you.&lt;br /&gt;94. You can truly say that a guy has good intentions if you see him praying sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;95. Guys seek for advice not from a guy but from a girl.&lt;br /&gt;96. Girls are allowed to touch boys’ things. Not their hair!&lt;br /&gt;97. If a guy says you’re beautiful, that guy likes you.&lt;br /&gt;98. Guys hate girls who overreact. ……sumtimes.&lt;br /&gt;99. Guys love you more than you love them IF they are serious in your relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="felixker.com/just-for-fun/99-facts-about-guys-that-girls-should-know/"&gt;Felixker.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081908393907313597-3860973519920204669?l=desolated-ainjel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desolated-ainjel.blogspot.com/feeds/3860973519920204669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081908393907313597&amp;postID=3860973519920204669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081908393907313597/posts/default/3860973519920204669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081908393907313597/posts/default/3860973519920204669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desolated-ainjel.blogspot.com/2008/05/99-facts-about-guys-that-girls-should.html' title='99 Facts about Guys that Girls should know!'/><author><name>dEsOLatEd_a!njEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17380344689933700187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0VYvcfow1Lo/R_0RvD_QJ-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/FYxesX5NguE/S220/Okie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081908393907313597.post-6949591854891082100</id><published>2008-04-28T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T02:56:16.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tOugH GuyZ..rar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Soccer Prince..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0VYvcfow1Lo/SBaM1-tX7oI/AAAAAAAAABw/CrO1X2bk3e0/s1600-h/david_beckham_calendar_photo-783138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0VYvcfow1Lo/SBaM1-tX7oI/AAAAAAAAABw/CrO1X2bk3e0/s200/david_beckham_calendar_photo-783138.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194494079212711554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Full name:&lt;/span&gt; David Robert Joseph Beckham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Date of birth:&lt;/span&gt; 2 May 1975  (age 32) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Height&lt;/span&gt; 6 ft 0 in (1.83 m)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Playing position&lt;/span&gt; Right &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Current club:&lt;/span&gt; Los Angeles Galaxy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Number:&lt;/span&gt; 23 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Contract end:&lt;/span&gt; July 2012 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Youth clubs:&lt;/span&gt; 1991–1993 Manchester United Seniors Club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DAVID BECKHAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0VYvcfow1Lo/SBaN7utX7pI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Mbf-csgazpo/s1600-h/david-beckham-picture-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0VYvcfow1Lo/SBaN7utX7pI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Mbf-csgazpo/s400/david-beckham-picture-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194495277508587154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tennis's Ace Master..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0VYvcfow1Lo/SBaGQ-tX7lI/AAAAAAAAABY/l1XiOSPvIlE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0VYvcfow1Lo/SBaGQ-tX7lI/AAAAAAAAABY/l1XiOSPvIlE/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194486846487785042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Name: &lt;/span&gt;Andrew Stephen “Andy” Roddick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Country:&lt;/span&gt; United States &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Residence:&lt;/span&gt; Austin, Texas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Date of birth:&lt;/span&gt; August 30, 1982  (age 25) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Place of birth:&lt;/span&gt; Omaha, Nebraska &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Height:&lt;/span&gt; 1.88 m (6 ft 2 in) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Weight:&lt;/span&gt; 88 kg (190 lb/13.9 st) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Turned Pro:&lt;/span&gt; 2000 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Plays:&lt;/span&gt; Right-handed; two-handed backhand &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Career Prize Money:&lt;/span&gt; US$13,884,991 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Singles Career record:&lt;/span&gt; 429 - 134 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Career titles:&lt;/span&gt; 25 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Highest ranking:&lt;/span&gt; No. 1 (November 3, 2003) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Grand Slam results:&lt;/span&gt; Australian Open SF (2003, 2005, 2007) French Open 3R (2001) Wimbledon F (2004, 2005) US Open W (2003) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Doubles Career record:&lt;/span&gt; 47-35 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Career titles:&lt;/span&gt; 3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Highest ranking:&lt;/span&gt; No. 5 (January 1, 2008) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ANDY RODDICK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0VYvcfow1Lo/SBaJfetX7mI/AAAAAAAAABg/FYOWIH6ZDy0/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0VYvcfow1Lo/SBaJfetX7mI/AAAAAAAAABg/FYOWIH6ZDy0/s400/1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194490394130771554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Billiard's Little Devil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0VYvcfow1Lo/SBaLeutX7nI/AAAAAAAAABo/diLBTxXY3Kk/s1600-h/kuo-po+cheng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0VYvcfow1Lo/SBaLeutX7nI/AAAAAAAAABo/diLBTxXY3Kk/s200/kuo-po+cheng.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194492580269125234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Name:&lt;/span&gt; Kuo Po-Cheng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Date Of Birth:&lt;/span&gt; 15 January 1978 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Based:&lt;/span&gt; Taipei City &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hobbies:&lt;/span&gt; Swimming &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Highlight In The Last 12 Months:&lt;/span&gt; Semi-finalist at 2005 World Pool Masters &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Highlight Of Career:&lt;/span&gt; Runner-up at 2005 World Pool Championships, semi-finalist at 2004 World Pool Championship, third in 2004 APBU Asian 9-ball Championships &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WPC Record:&lt;/span&gt; 03- Grp Stages, 04– Semi-Finals, 05 - Runner-up  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cue Used:&lt;/span&gt; TAD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nickname:&lt;/span&gt; Little Monster &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Favourite Player:&lt;/span&gt; Efren Reyes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Describe Yourself:&lt;/span&gt; Kind, honest and hopeful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;KUO PO-CHENG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0VYvcfow1Lo/SBabM-tX7qI/AAAAAAAAACA/lFYWuLRMuiM/s1600-h/Taiwan%2520-%2520Kuo%2520Po-cheng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0VYvcfow1Lo/SBabM-tX7qI/AAAAAAAAACA/lFYWuLRMuiM/s400/Taiwan%2520-%2520Kuo%2520Po-cheng.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194509867512491682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Poginometry in Sport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Patawang Pinoy Book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a guy is in to soccer plus 20 pogi points. Any racket sports (except table tennis ), plus 15 pogi points. If engaging in a not so popular sports like rowing, fencing and archery as well as sepak takraw, arnis, eskrima and sika-ran (indigenious sports are “in” because exotic) plus 20 pogi points. For the golf enthusiast, plus 15 pogi points. No pogi points for basketball because ¾ of men are basketball fanatics.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081908393907313597-6949591854891082100?l=desolated-ainjel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desolated-ainjel.blogspot.com/feeds/6949591854891082100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081908393907313597&amp;postID=6949591854891082100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081908393907313597/posts/default/6949591854891082100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Martyr..nah!..</title><content type='html'>by Weird Al Yankovich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We´ve been together for so very long&lt;br /&gt;But now things are changing, oh I wonder what's wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Seems you don't want me around&lt;br /&gt;The passion is gone and the flame's died down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I lost a little bit of self-esteem&lt;br /&gt;That time that you made it with the whole hockey team&lt;br /&gt;You used to think I was nice&lt;br /&gt;Now you tell all your friends that I'm the Antichrist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, why did you disconnect the brakes on my car?&lt;br /&gt;That kind of thing is hard to ignore&lt;br /&gt;Got a funny feeling you don't love me anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that we were having problems when&lt;br /&gt;You put those piranhas in my bathtub again&lt;br /&gt;You're still the light of my life&lt;br /&gt;Oh darling, I´m beggin', won´t you put down that knife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I even think it's kinda cute the way&lt;br /&gt;You poison my coffee just a little each day&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the way that you laughed&lt;br /&gt;When you pushed me down the elevator shaft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if you don't mind me asking, what's this poisonous cobra&lt;br /&gt;Doing in my underwear drawer?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get to thinking you don't love me anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You slammed my face down on the barbecue grill&lt;br /&gt;Now my scars are all healing, but my heart never will&lt;br /&gt;You set my house on fire&lt;br /&gt;You pulled out my chest hairs with an old pair of pliers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you think I'm ugly and you say I'm cheap&lt;br /&gt;You shaved off my eyebrows while I was asleep&lt;br /&gt;You drilled a hole in my head&lt;br /&gt;Then you dumped me in a drainage ditch and left me for dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you know this really isn't like you at all&lt;br /&gt;You never acted this way before&lt;br /&gt;Honey, something tells me you don't love me&lt;br /&gt;Anymore, oh no no&lt;br /&gt;Got a funny feeling you don't love me anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081908393907313597-5487631733755534406?l=desolated-ainjel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desolated-ainjel.blogspot.com/feeds/5487631733755534406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081908393907313597&amp;postID=5487631733755534406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081908393907313597/posts/default/5487631733755534406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081908393907313597/posts/default/5487631733755534406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desolated-ainjel.blogspot.com/2008/04/story-of-martyrnah.html' title='Story Of a Martyr..nah!..'/><author><name>dEsOLatEd_a!njEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17380344689933700187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0VYvcfow1Lo/R_0RvD_QJ-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/FYxesX5NguE/S220/Okie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081908393907313597.post-294307690124848675</id><published>2008-04-20T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T05:37:06.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0VYvcfow1Lo/SAvOfu2pZsI/AAAAAAAAAAo/lfJ-75h-oEo/s1600-h/DSC05637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0VYvcfow1Lo/SAvOfu2pZsI/AAAAAAAAAAo/lfJ-75h-oEo/s200/DSC05637.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191470040023131842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0VYvcfow1Lo/SAvPiu2pZuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0_dOQpnEoJQ/s1600-h/DSC05666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0VYvcfow1Lo/SAvPiu2pZuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0_dOQpnEoJQ/s200/DSC05666.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191471191074367202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really shocked when my friend Gladys texted me that she’s getting &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;married&lt;/span&gt; (FYI: we’re only 19, how come??!!) Of course I didn’t believe.. I thought she’s making fun of me that’s why I talk to her mother to clarify things. And then she told me that it is true, I still can’t believe but hell.. Would her mother lie to me for that serious matter? . I am about to leave when she grinned and told me that I’m going to be the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;bride’s maid&lt;/span&gt;. WHAT????!!!!  Those words struck me… A big “NO-NO” came into me, but yeah!, I can’t oppose.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0VYvcfow1Lo/SAvUnu2pZxI/AAAAAAAAABQ/d06JMiwk1Us/s1600-h/DSC05649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0VYvcfow1Lo/SAvUnu2pZxI/AAAAAAAAABQ/d06JMiwk1Us/s200/DSC05649.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191476774531852050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0VYvcfow1Lo/SAvPH-2pZtI/AAAAAAAAAAw/izkDvOhBFwI/s1600-h/DSC05675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0VYvcfow1Lo/SAvPH-2pZtI/AAAAAAAAAAw/izkDvOhBFwI/s200/DSC05675.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191470731512866514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Actually it doesn’t matter what would be my role in her wedding but what matter is the "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DRESS&lt;/span&gt;" I will wear.. I’m not the kind of girl who wore that kind of thing. I do before, when I was little and doing only what had been told, but when I reached the age of reasoning I’m not fond of wearing those. I’ll always go with the comfy, (jeans and shirt will always be my best pal!.. slacks and poloshirt for formals ) that’s why for me it is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My First Time&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.., thinking of it makes me sick (jeez, lot’s of question running through my mind..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0VYvcfow1Lo/SAvSqO2pZvI/AAAAAAAAABA/awjSGv9uZTw/s1600-h/DSC05680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0VYvcfow1Lo/SAvSqO2pZvI/AAAAAAAAABA/awjSGv9uZTw/s200/DSC05680.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191474618458269426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;how will I look? What should I do? Wearing dress means wearing a heels OMG how would I act on something not having a single idea..it is a total &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BURDEN!!!&lt;/span&gt;).when my relatives found out, they are more excited than me, (they're teasing me and laughed to death,  of course they have all the rights to do so)... The big day came, and I have nothing to do but doing it. Fortunately, everything goes well and ends well.. I had a lot of fun….&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I always taught that my wedding dress would be the first and the last dress I would wear but not anymore...&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;KK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081908393907313597-294307690124848675?l=desolated-ainjel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desolated-ainjel.blogspot.com/feeds/294307690124848675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081908393907313597&amp;postID=294307690124848675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081908393907313597/posts/default/294307690124848675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081908393907313597/posts/default/294307690124848675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desolated-ainjel.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-first-dress.html' title='My First Dress'/><author><name>dEsOLatEd_a!njEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17380344689933700187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0VYvcfow1Lo/R_0RvD_QJ-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/FYxesX5NguE/S220/Okie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0VYvcfow1Lo/SAvOfu2pZsI/AAAAAAAAAAo/lfJ-75h-oEo/s72-c/DSC05637.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081908393907313597.post-6429602466253479254</id><published>2008-04-17T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T01:56:57.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Batangas Escapade'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=88327455&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  salign="lt" width="426" height="319" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/?type=slideshow&amp;refid=88327455"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow_create.php?refid=88327455&amp;source=cyo"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/create_own.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?instanceid=88327455"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/view_all.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sembreak is coming, and yes, everyone is so excited about it. Our group (katopakz) decided to try nature trip.. That’s why we’ve all agreed to spend our vacation in Balayan Batangas (the province of Mitch’s foreparents).  October 18, 2007 the day of our escapade, also the last day of final examination week.. Just imagine all the hardship we’ve experienced before leaving..  how cruel!!!... let me tell you.. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;That day is the submission of our group project in CPU Scheduling after submitting we are required to depend our work to our professor, thank God because we overcome it.. It is also the schedule of our practical examination in cisco networking (gosh! The most heart-pounding and nerve-breaking subject in our course as in super-duper to the highest level…OMG). After that perspiring moment in cisco we all rushed into our respective house with heart full of excitement and relieved (because school days is really over.. uh-ha.. yeh!.. ). This is it, the start of adventure.. we depart the city by nightfall that’s why we didn’t enjoy the view of every scenery we’ve passed by..it is almost midnight when we reach our destination, the sight of running water in the street really caught our attention.. that’s why we’re all excited for the next day…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things we’ve accomplished:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Eat and eat until our stomach is full..&lt;br /&gt;• Experienced the pool (swimming) ..walked for miles to be there..  &lt;br /&gt;• Sleep&lt;br /&gt;Is that an accomplishment???.. for us it is.. yeh!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DBloiL-eDto&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DBloiL-eDto&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Second Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things we’ve accomplished:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Doing the same thing (eat, rest and sleep…yah..We’re a special guest because we are all special, special child.. )&lt;br /&gt;• Mountain Climbing (so hard but we’ve had a lot of fun..^^,)&lt;br /&gt;• Walking and walking in the middle of a rice field for almost 3 hours (take note it is a shortcut..jeeez!)&lt;br /&gt;• Bathe in a waterfall in the mountain we’ve climbed…&lt;br /&gt;• Bathe in a street with running water…yeah, you read it  right..the lake  overpass the aisle.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hmqytA5FEP8&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hmqytA5FEP8&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things we’ve accomplished:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      • visit the center of community (the place they called bayan) to buy pasalubong&lt;br /&gt;      • Having a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;katopaks&lt;/span&gt; trademark in a certain tree.. wood curve by the graphic mistress chepay…&lt;br /&gt;      • enjoying every minute we had before leaving…talk and laugh till the break of dawn&lt;br /&gt;      • pit stop at tagaytay again to buy pasalubong and eat miryenda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so thankful that cameras and videos are invented, so that when we are old we will always have a way to look back en smile...^^,&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;KK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081908393907313597-6429602466253479254?l=desolated-ainjel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desolated-ainjel.blogspot.com/feeds/6429602466253479254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081908393907313597&amp;postID=6429602466253479254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081908393907313597/posts/default/6429602466253479254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081908393907313597/posts/default/6429602466253479254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desolated-ainjel.blogspot.com/2008/04/batangas-escapade.html' title='Batangas Escapade&apos;'/><author><name>dEsOLatEd_a!njEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17380344689933700187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0VYvcfow1Lo/R_0RvD_QJ-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/FYxesX5NguE/S220/Okie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081908393907313597.post-735010723028009549</id><published>2008-04-10T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T05:33:41.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loneliness</title><content type='html'>By  desolated-ainjel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;What I am?&lt;br /&gt;Just a piece of jerk&lt;br /&gt;Who means nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bear so much pain&lt;br /&gt;And im tired&lt;br /&gt;But my heart &lt;br /&gt;It never stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t run, Can’t hide&lt;br /&gt;It keeps haunting me&lt;br /&gt;I am repressed in this darkness&lt;br /&gt;Afraid and alone, still waiting for the light to guide my way out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081908393907313597-735010723028009549?l=desolated-ainjel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desolated-ainjel.blogspot.com/feeds/735010723028009549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081908393907313597&amp;postID=735010723028009549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081908393907313597/posts/default/735010723028009549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081908393907313597/posts/default/735010723028009549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desolated-ainjel.blogspot.com/2008/04/loneliness.html' title='Loneliness'/><author><name>dEsOLatEd_a!njEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17380344689933700187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0VYvcfow1Lo/R_0RvD_QJ-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/FYxesX5NguE/S220/Okie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081908393907313597.post-4477690876276064960</id><published>2008-04-09T11:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T11:16:16.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>our performance,jeez^^,</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cJhMuIlF_vE&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cJhMuIlF_vE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Simple Thank-You, My Friend&lt;br /&gt;    by warmhrt &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the dim lit, bare walls of my world,&lt;br /&gt;You entered, bringing light and life to me,&lt;br /&gt;The vivid colors, painted with a swirl&lt;br /&gt;Of wit and charm, of personality,&lt;br /&gt;With tender care, you added comfort, warmth,&lt;br /&gt;And images that line the now bright walls.&lt;br /&gt;I look upon them fondly, bringing forth&lt;br /&gt;A thankfulness that you walk in these halls&lt;br /&gt;With me; our friendship has become a part&lt;br /&gt;Of my world now; it has its special place,&lt;br /&gt;Within my being, life, and in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Your name hangs right beside your smiling face.&lt;br /&gt;Rememb'ring just how drab these walls had been,&lt;br /&gt;I have to thank you for the light, my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081908393907313597-4477690876276064960?l=desolated-ainjel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desolated-ainjel.blogspot.com/feeds/4477690876276064960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081908393907313597&amp;postID=4477690876276064960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081908393907313597/posts/default/4477690876276064960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081908393907313597/posts/default/4477690876276064960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desolated-ainjel.blogspot.com/2008/04/our-performancejeez.html' title='our performance,jeez^^,'/><author><name>dEsOLatEd_a!njEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17380344689933700187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0VYvcfow1Lo/R_0RvD_QJ-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/FYxesX5NguE/S220/Okie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081908393907313597.post-2275600114180752725</id><published>2008-04-05T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T22:15:57.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>akalain muh un...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rj8Lpl6qCbU&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rj8Lpl6qCbU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intro: Jay-Z]&lt;br /&gt;(Uh huh, uh huh) Ch-Yeah&lt;br /&gt;(Uh huh, uh huh) Rihanna&lt;br /&gt;Good girl gone bad&lt;br /&gt;(Uh huh, uh huh) Take three... Action!&lt;br /&gt;(Uh huh, uh huh) Hov!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Jay-Z (Rihanna)]&lt;br /&gt;No clouds in my stones&lt;br /&gt;Let it rain, I hydroplane into fame (Eh, eh, eh)&lt;br /&gt;Coming down with the Dow Jones&lt;br /&gt;When the clouds come we gone&lt;br /&gt;We roc-a-fella (Eh, eh, eh)&lt;br /&gt;We fly higher than weather in G5's or better &lt;br /&gt;You know me, in anticipation for precipitation&lt;br /&gt;Stacks chips for the rainy day (Eh, eh, eh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay&lt;br /&gt;Rain man is back with little miss sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna where you at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1:]&lt;br /&gt;You had my heart, and we'll never be worlds apart&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in magazines but you'll still be my star&lt;br /&gt;Baby 'cause in the dark you can't see shiny cars&lt;br /&gt;And that's when you need me there&lt;br /&gt;With you I'll always share because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus:] &lt;br /&gt;When the sun shine we'll shine together&lt;br /&gt;Told you I'll be here forever&lt;br /&gt;Said I'll always be your friend&lt;br /&gt;Took an oath, I'mma stick it out 'til the end&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's raining more than ever know that we'll still have eachother&lt;br /&gt;You can stand under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;You can stand under my umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh eh eh-eh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2:]&lt;br /&gt;These fancy things will never come in between&lt;br /&gt;You're apart of my entity&lt;br /&gt;Here for infinity&lt;br /&gt;When the war has took his part&lt;br /&gt;When the world has delt it's card&lt;br /&gt;If the hand is hard together we'll mend your heart because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus:] &lt;br /&gt;When the sun shine we'll shine together&lt;br /&gt;Told you I'll be here forever&lt;br /&gt;Said I'll always be your friend&lt;br /&gt;Took an oath, I'mma stick it out 'til the end&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's raining more than ever know that we'll still have eachother&lt;br /&gt;You can stand under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;You can stand under my umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh eh eh-eh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[bridge:]&lt;br /&gt;You can run into my arms&lt;br /&gt;It's okay, don't be alarmed&lt;br /&gt;Come into me&lt;br /&gt;There's no distance in between our love&lt;br /&gt;So gonna let the rain pour&lt;br /&gt;I'll be all you need and more because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;When the sun shine we'll shine together&lt;br /&gt;Told you I'll be here forever&lt;br /&gt;Said I'll always be your friend&lt;br /&gt;Took an oath, I'mma stick it out 'til the end&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's raining more than ever know that we'll still have eachother&lt;br /&gt;You can stand under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;You can stand under my umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh eh eh-eh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Outro:]&lt;br /&gt;It's raining (raining)&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby it's raining (raining)&lt;br /&gt;Baby come into me&lt;br /&gt;Come into me&lt;br /&gt;It's raining (raining)&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby it's raining (raining)&lt;br /&gt;You can always come into me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[only in album version:]&lt;br /&gt;Come into me&lt;br /&gt;It's pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;It's pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;Come into me&lt;br /&gt;Come into me&lt;br /&gt;It's pouring rain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081908393907313597-2275600114180752725?l=desolated-ainjel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desolated-ainjel.blogspot.com/feeds/2275600114180752725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081908393907313597&amp;postID=2275600114180752725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081908393907313597/posts/default/2275600114180752725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081908393907313597/posts/default/2275600114180752725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desolated-ainjel.blogspot.com/2008/04/akalain-muh-un.html' title='akalain muh un...'/><author><name>dEsOLatEd_a!njEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17380344689933700187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0VYvcfow1Lo/R_0RvD_QJ-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/FYxesX5NguE/S220/Okie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
