<?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-1445162450581546767</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:11:31.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yrael's BLOG! HATE it? Then DON'T read IT!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightshiner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1445162450581546767/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightshiner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Yrael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02413790119110426833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SaUPxNhPLtI/AAAAAAAAADU/0Qxz3Os_q0w/S220/mogget.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1445162450581546767.post-8413669198634001415</id><published>2009-07-25T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T13:41:11.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Fraser's Hill &amp; Hot-Spring's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This post is just a follow up for the earlier post, since I mysteriously seem to have adequate pictures... And darn happy about that to... Finally... Look's like I can't torture Alia about there being no Pictures of ME... rite, so with out further ado, I give you the rest of the pictures for this fantastic yet ridiculously planed trip ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                                                                    &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Fraser's Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SmtWZ5F7QgI/AAAAAAAAAFU/3pojgAdhG_k/s1600-h/i+h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SmtWZ5F7QgI/AAAAAAAAAFU/3pojgAdhG_k/s320/i+h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362474784137101826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can't help but wonder... Why does Ivan look as if he's about to throw Haze over... Or does he just wanna beat up the cameraman???  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SmtaklOAV3I/AAAAAAAAAFs/z5ZWwIocNKk/s1600-h/chop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SmtaklOAV3I/AAAAAAAAAFs/z5ZWwIocNKk/s320/chop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362479365827352434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This is not what it looks like, I let Ivan and Haze do this to me on purpose, the strong should not bully the weak... just being a role-model and setting a good example for these kids... really ts true I tell you... &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SmtcLiEm5yI/AAAAAAAAAF0/x85kBDpdWxg/s1600-h/swing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SmtcLiEm5yI/AAAAAAAAAF0/x85kBDpdWxg/s320/swing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362481134509156130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Caution!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A game Ivan &amp;amp; I tried out just to pass the time... First 1 to get the person his pushing of the swing and into the river wins... hehe... fortunately no1 was hurt...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SmthfWlUOYI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_PbhmmHleZE/s1600-h/h+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SmthfWlUOYI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_PbhmmHleZE/s320/h+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362486972580641154" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dam~Dam~Dam~De~De~Dam~De~De~Dam... trying to make it sound like the intro to LOTR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Neway, here's a rather confusing pic, 2people, dressed exactly alike, striking the same pose... what could it BE??? A LOVERS quarrel??? OR A CONFESSION OF LOVE??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hot-Spring's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And next we have happenings at the hot spring's, as I said in the previous post, nothing much happened here, just us chilling out and having ourselves a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SmtmXSAsOHI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_Los3BUE9jw/s1600-h/a+s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SmtmXSAsOHI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_Los3BUE9jw/s320/a+s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362492331472468082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Yup, there's just 4 of us here, Alia was the 1 taking d pic, also she din wanna jump into d water, said it was too hot or something... sigh makes her sound like a cat... Meow... What's more Haze seems to be looking at Mel with this perverted old geezer look... what with those eyes of his??? he~he~he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SmtodaCYkSI/AAAAAAAAAGU/BnDiXG0V8Hw/s1600-h/al+sh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SmtodaCYkSI/AAAAAAAAAGU/BnDiXG0V8Hw/s320/al+sh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362494635729522978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lookey here, at last a decent photo of Me, with Alia, well Alia, due to the fact you managed to get such a nice photo, your forgiven ;p remind to treat you k, but even if you don't remember it' OK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So that's all folks, hope you enjoyed this post... also if you wanna do the same thing we did, it's pretty doable, if you have any questions on how much or what's the best time, I think you should figure that one out yourselves.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1445162450581546767-8413669198634001415?l=brightshiner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightshiner.blogspot.com/feeds/8413669198634001415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1445162450581546767&amp;postID=8413669198634001415' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1445162450581546767/posts/default/8413669198634001415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1445162450581546767/posts/default/8413669198634001415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightshiner.blogspot.com/2009/07/of-frasers-hill-hot-springs.html' title='Of Fraser&apos;s Hill &amp; Hot-Spring&apos;s'/><author><name>Yrael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02413790119110426833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SaUPxNhPLtI/AAAAAAAAADU/0Qxz3Os_q0w/S220/mogget.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SmtWZ5F7QgI/AAAAAAAAAFU/3pojgAdhG_k/s72-c/i+h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1445162450581546767.post-4822341503569680876</id><published>2009-07-21T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T11:38:56.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Have All The Ponies Gone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hahaha, hohoho, hehehe, Just so you people know I'm not really crazy or anything, It's just that I finally get to relea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;se a post of mine that has been sitting here a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;nd collecting dust for ages. If you are wond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ering why that is so I'll tell you WHY... IT'S COZ I'M A FUSSY PERSON... only in some ways... Btw, it's because I finally have pictures ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the story takes place a long~long time ago, in a rather dull and boring place called... HOME... Ok, ok, ok... I get it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm spouting nonsense again... to cut a long story short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;, my buddy Alia wanted to go ride ponies... so I thought it' d be a great idea for a get away from all this crazy boredom that was threatening to drive me nuts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I put together a crew of unwilling tough I think at first they were most willing, but only became unwilling once we reached Frasers... and I'll tell you WHY... coz some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;one forgot to do their homework about the place they were going too, and it ended up that Frasers was going true a major renovation... I think it was more like make over... oh what the hell... To cut this tediously long story short... there were no Ponies... so sob T~T... b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ut we did find ways to amuse ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;                                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;e Sta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;rted out by posing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SmXg94Z1SwI/AAAAAAAAAEM/GpDdMeIEMls/s1600-h/5690_1180723154678_1126157388_30555885_1392315_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SmXg94Z1SwI/AAAAAAAAAEM/GpDdMeIEMls/s320/5690_1180723154678_1126157388_30555885_1392315_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360938285171821314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                    &lt;br /&gt;                              &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Which Was Followed by More Posing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SmXiIZFgteI/AAAAAAAAAEU/j58Wbj6ZRh4/s1600-h/5690_1180723194679_1126157388_30555886_844874_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SmXiIZFgteI/AAAAAAAAAEU/j58Wbj6ZRh4/s320/5690_1180723194679_1126157388_30555886_844874_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360939565255276002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                      &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Am Still wondering what's the secret with Haze and Alia???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                      Same pose, same look... even cloth's almost the same...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                       Could this be what people call DESTINY???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;And Then Even More Posing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SmXjGvsbaxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Yh4rSkf2Ycs/s1600-h/5690_1180723314682_1126157388_30555888_2905679_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SmXjGvsbaxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Yh4rSkf2Ycs/s320/5690_1180723314682_1126157388_30555888_2905679_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360940636475976466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Why's Haze in the Mid??? Look's like a scene from the God Father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;.... And Finally, We lost It... Our Marbles I Mean ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SmXjxDpZWAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/4LXjAvboXAc/s1600-h/save+me...+don%27t+save+me....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SmXjxDpZWAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/4LXjAvboXAc/s320/save+me...+don%27t+save+me....jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360941363386472450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;                                  Mellisa, our modern day Jeanne D'Arc, who sacrificed her dignity so that we might escape boredom... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh well, but all in all it was an enjoyable trip with much fun &amp;amp; laughter, After that we traveled down to the hot-springs but unfortunately I don't seem to have any photos for that... Sob T~T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The only interesting thing that happend there was Mellisa trying to turn herself into a hard-boiled egg, not a pretty sight I assure you ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Sigh... the only hot-springs picture I could get my hands on... Whatever happened to Ivan, Haze and Myself??? ALIA... you'd better have a good explanation for this T~T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SmnlhiqQjsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/YRBlEK_oCa4/s1600-h/6740_106859854254_683534254_2061491_756858_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SmnlhiqQjsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/YRBlEK_oCa4/s320/6740_106859854254_683534254_2061491_756858_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362069195763781314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Sigh~ Where's my Pic T~T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This is US... or more like Ivan after a hard day's worth of play... he~he~he... Ain't He Cute ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SmnnsxayxLI/AAAAAAAAAE8/QMwk7DejFyE/s1600-h/6740_106866399254_683534254_2061662_5862111_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SmnnsxayxLI/AAAAAAAAAE8/QMwk7DejFyE/s320/6740_106866399254_683534254_2061662_5862111_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362071587727262898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1445162450581546767-4822341503569680876?l=brightshiner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightshiner.blogspot.com/feeds/4822341503569680876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1445162450581546767&amp;postID=4822341503569680876' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1445162450581546767/posts/default/4822341503569680876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1445162450581546767/posts/default/4822341503569680876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightshiner.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-have-all-ponies-gone.html' title='Where Have All The Ponies Gone...'/><author><name>Yrael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02413790119110426833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SaUPxNhPLtI/AAAAAAAAADU/0Qxz3Os_q0w/S220/mogget.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SmXg94Z1SwI/AAAAAAAAAEM/GpDdMeIEMls/s72-c/5690_1180723154678_1126157388_30555885_1392315_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1445162450581546767.post-2229079066720373949</id><published>2009-03-05T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T20:00:34.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grammatical Errors...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; L&lt;/span&gt;ook's like I'm gonna have to make sure I make less grammatical errors from now on... sob T_T saddening... but then again... what the heck, it's not like I'm being graded 4 this... am I? Neway, life's been hectic this few day's... I think... Sigh, and I don't seem to have much to write about. I mean life's short, and dull, tough it's better then sitting behind a desk and sharpening pencils. What the hell, just hope my vacation tomorrow is gonna be fun. Hehe, Cameron Highlands wait 4 me. Well that's it 4 this post. Hehe, btw Mel &amp;amp; Ivan, you guys got a better name 4 this blog? How a bout meeting point or something? Sounds lame tough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yrael        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1445162450581546767-2229079066720373949?l=brightshiner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightshiner.blogspot.com/feeds/2229079066720373949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1445162450581546767&amp;postID=2229079066720373949' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1445162450581546767/posts/default/2229079066720373949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1445162450581546767/posts/default/2229079066720373949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightshiner.blogspot.com/2009/03/spelling-check.html' title='Grammatical Errors...'/><author><name>Yrael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02413790119110426833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SaUPxNhPLtI/AAAAAAAAADU/0Qxz3Os_q0w/S220/mogget.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1445162450581546767.post-2776583328604412393</id><published>2009-02-25T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T02:18:57.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unknown Message</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;At&lt;/span&gt; long last, I finally have the motivation to continue from where I left off, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;having a blog can indeed be a tiresome thing. I sit in front of this blasted com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and now wonder what to write... Well firstly my life &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;seems&lt;/span&gt; to finally be in order, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I have broken thing's off with my girlfriend... (twice now and no longer counting) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Indeed I now begin to question mine self if the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;decision&lt;/span&gt; I made was just, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;after running the question's over and over in my head... (which at this point my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;head has began to hurt) I fine that the choice made was a wise one, for I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;for saw&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;no future for the two of us as time seem to have halted at that very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fated&lt;/span&gt; day, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and as bygones could not be bygones, namely, we were moving no where.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt; is true that many may say that I am a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bastard&lt;/span&gt; driven by other selfish and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;greedy motives, but that is not so I assure you, my reason's were purely simple &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and I find no fault in them. For when a woman comes to often suspect the man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;she's with as being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unfaithful&lt;/span&gt; towards her from the wee hours of the morning to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;dusk, tough he still be faith full, and that the man should find that the company &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;he keeps with her has gone sour, and no matter how much he may &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;struggle&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;toil to save the relationship. The conclusion be very simple, they each go their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;own way's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;burying&lt;/span&gt; those bitter memory's and leaving them behind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;For&lt;/span&gt; if a person does not muster him or her self And come to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;terms&lt;/span&gt; with the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;past, it only serves to have the past come knocking at their door. The past can be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pain full&lt;/span&gt; and if we do not let it go, it will eat us from within till we be a dry husk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;of what we once were, ever scared to open &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ourselves&lt;/span&gt; up again, never &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;learning&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;it but living in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;cons tent&lt;/span&gt; fear of it, of repeating the same mistakes again. Often &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;when we go true this hard and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;pain full&lt;/span&gt; times we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;oblivious&lt;/span&gt; to those around us, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;people who are there 4 you. To comfort and to guide you. But be weary least &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;there be a wolf knocking at your door. Sometimes a little bit of spiritual guidance also helps. In all honesty, I don't know what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;prom ted&lt;/span&gt; me to write this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Yours &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Truly&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yrael&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1445162450581546767-2776583328604412393?l=brightshiner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightshiner.blogspot.com/feeds/2776583328604412393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1445162450581546767&amp;postID=2776583328604412393' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1445162450581546767/posts/default/2776583328604412393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1445162450581546767/posts/default/2776583328604412393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightshiner.blogspot.com/2009/02/at-long-last-i-finally-have-motivation.html' title='Unknown Message'/><author><name>Yrael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02413790119110426833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SaUPxNhPLtI/AAAAAAAAADU/0Qxz3Os_q0w/S220/mogget.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1445162450581546767.post-4606782998296177234</id><published>2008-07-08T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T06:09:03.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Song 4 Your Heart...</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre  style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;Everyday they pass me by,&lt;br /&gt;I can see it in their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Empty people filled with care,&lt;br /&gt;Headed who knows where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On they go through private pain,&lt;br /&gt;Living fear to fear.&lt;br /&gt;Laughter hides their silent cries,&lt;br /&gt;Only Jesus hears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;People need the Lord, people need the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;At the end of broken dreams, He's the open door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;People need the Lord, people need the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;When will we realize, people need the Lord?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are called to take His light&lt;br /&gt;To a world where wrong seems right.&lt;br /&gt;What could be too great a cost&lt;br /&gt;For sharing Life with one who's lost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through His love our hearts can feel&lt;br /&gt;All the grief they bear.&lt;br /&gt;They must hear the Words of Life&lt;br /&gt;Only we can share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;People need the Lord, people need the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;At the end of broken dreams, He's the open door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;People need the Lord, people need the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;When will we realize that we must give our lives,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;For peo-ple need the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;People need the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Truly we need God in our lives, for with him,&lt;br /&gt;anything is possible,&lt;br /&gt;because He is our rock and salvation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1445162450581546767-4606782998296177234?l=brightshiner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightshiner.blogspot.com/feeds/4606782998296177234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1445162450581546767&amp;postID=4606782998296177234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1445162450581546767/posts/default/4606782998296177234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1445162450581546767/posts/default/4606782998296177234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightshiner.blogspot.com/2008/07/song-4-your-heart.html' title='A Song 4 Your Heart...'/><author><name>Yrael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02413790119110426833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SaUPxNhPLtI/AAAAAAAAADU/0Qxz3Os_q0w/S220/mogget.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1445162450581546767.post-6294383310331158931</id><published>2008-07-08T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T05:57:02.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Man Walking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Dead man walking... that's what I'd call me self... soooo tired till I don't have the strength to use my brain 2 think... sob T_T when will this torture end? WORK... thats all this crummy world cares about, what kinda of job you have, how many hours you work a day, how much is you pay slip!!! WTF... Neway, not only I have my fair share of problems, seems 2 me that lot's of people are afflicted with their own problems, so that's why I'll think of something encouraging 2 post once my brain gets it's strength back &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(comes back that is)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Yrael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1445162450581546767-6294383310331158931?l=brightshiner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightshiner.blogspot.com/feeds/6294383310331158931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1445162450581546767&amp;postID=6294383310331158931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1445162450581546767/posts/default/6294383310331158931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1445162450581546767/posts/default/6294383310331158931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightshiner.blogspot.com/2008/07/dead-man-walking.html' title='Dead Man Walking'/><author><name>Yrael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02413790119110426833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SaUPxNhPLtI/AAAAAAAAADU/0Qxz3Os_q0w/S220/mogget.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1445162450581546767.post-7763633500752118451</id><published>2008-06-25T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T03:17:41.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVELESS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SGIbO_yxjtI/AAAAAAAAACI/LFriwbh1zGU/s1600-h/loveless.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215761262904970962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SGIbO_yxjtI/AAAAAAAAACI/LFriwbh1zGU/s320/loveless.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loveless - Prologue &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the war of the beasts brings about the world's end The goddess descends from the sky Wings of light and dark spread afar She guides us to bliss, her gift everlasting &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Loveless - Act I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess We seek it thus, and take it to the sky Ripples form on the water's surface The wandering soul knows no rest &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Loveless - Act II&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is no hate, only joy For you are beloved by the goddess Hero of the dawn, Healer of worlds Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul Pride is lost Wings stripped away, the end is nigh &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loveless - Act III &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My friend, do you fly away now? To a world that abhors you and I? All that awaits you is a somber morrow No matter where the winds may blow My friend, your desire Is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess Even if the morrow is barren of promises Nothing shall forestall my return &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Loveless - Act IV&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My friend, the fates are cruel There are no dreams, no honor remains The arrow has left the bow of the goddess My soul, corrupted by vengeance Hath endured torment, to find the end of the journey In my own salvation And your eternal slumber Legend shall speak Of sacrifice at world's end The wind sails over the water's surface Quietly, but surely &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Loveless - Act V&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if the morrow is barren of promises Nothing shall forestall my return To become the dew that quenches the land To spare the sands, the seas, the skies I offer thee this silent sacrifice &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;This Poem sound so haunting and mysterious, sad even... gives me goosebumps whenever I read it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1445162450581546767-7763633500752118451?l=brightshiner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightshiner.blogspot.com/feeds/7763633500752118451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1445162450581546767&amp;postID=7763633500752118451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1445162450581546767/posts/default/7763633500752118451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1445162450581546767/posts/default/7763633500752118451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightshiner.blogspot.com/2008/06/loveless.html' title='LOVELESS...'/><author><name>Yrael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02413790119110426833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SaUPxNhPLtI/AAAAAAAAADU/0Qxz3Os_q0w/S220/mogget.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SGIbO_yxjtI/AAAAAAAAACI/LFriwbh1zGU/s72-c/loveless.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1445162450581546767.post-6537211288041858319</id><published>2008-06-25T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T02:49:47.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Those Who Wonder About Them Self...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;A truly uplifting song reminding us of who we are even tough at times we feel that we are of so little worth... This song is by &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Casting Crowns"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who am I? That the Lord of all the earth, Would care to know my name, Would care to feel my hurt. Who am I? That the bright and morning star, Would choose to light the way, For my ever wondering heart. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not because of who I am. But because of what you've done. Not because of what I've done. But because of who you are. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus: I am a flower quickly fading, Here today and gone tomorrow. A wave tossed in the ocean, A vapor in the wind. Still you hear me when I'm calling, Lord you catch me when I'm falling, And you told me who I am. I am yours. I am yours. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who am I? That the eyes that see my sin Would look on me with love And watch me rise again Who am I? That the voice that calm the sea, Would call out through the rain, And calm the storm in me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not because of who I am. But because what of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;you've&lt;/span&gt; done. Not because of what I've done. But because of who you are. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Chorus: I am a flower quickly fading, Here today and gone tomorrow. A wave tossed in the ocean, A vapor in the wind. Still you hear me when I'm calling, Lord you catch me when I'm falling, And you told me who I am. I am yours.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not because of who I am. But because of what you've done. Not because of what I've done. But because of who you are. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Chorus: I am a flower quickly fading, Here today and gone tomorrow. A wave tossed in the ocean, A vapor in the wind. Still you hear me when I'm calling, Lord you catch me when I'm falling, You told me who I am. I am yours. I am yours.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whom shall I fear? Whom shall I fear? '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cuz&lt;/span&gt; I am yours. I am yours.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1445162450581546767-6537211288041858319?l=brightshiner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightshiner.blogspot.com/feeds/6537211288041858319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1445162450581546767&amp;postID=6537211288041858319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1445162450581546767/posts/default/6537211288041858319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1445162450581546767/posts/default/6537211288041858319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightshiner.blogspot.com/2008/06/for-those-who-wonder-about-them-self.html' title='For Those Who Wonder About Them Self...'/><author><name>Yrael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02413790119110426833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SaUPxNhPLtI/AAAAAAAAADU/0Qxz3Os_q0w/S220/mogget.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1445162450581546767.post-7065555323257597917</id><published>2008-06-23T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T04:42:24.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Story For Those Who Are Facing Troubles In Their Lifes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SF-MGPqfS-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/3CxX2oIdn-8/s1600-h/footprints-in-the-sand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215040932430171106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SF-MGPqfS-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/3CxX2oIdn-8/s320/footprints-in-the-sand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;One night a man had a dream. He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the LORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Across the sky flashed scenes from his life.For each scene he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand: one belonging to him, and the other to the LORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;When the last scene of his life flashed before him,he looked back at the footprints in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;He noticed that many times along the path of his life there was only one set of footprints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;He also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times in his life.&lt;br /&gt;This really bothered him and he questioned the LORD about it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"LORD, you said that once I decided to follow you, you'd walk with me all the way.But I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life,there is only one set of footprints.I don't understand why when I needed you most you&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;would leave me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The LORD replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"My son, my precious child,I love you and I would never leave you.During your times of trial and suffering,when you see only one set of footprints,it was then that I carried you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1445162450581546767-7065555323257597917?l=brightshiner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightshiner.blogspot.com/feeds/7065555323257597917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1445162450581546767&amp;postID=7065555323257597917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1445162450581546767/posts/default/7065555323257597917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1445162450581546767/posts/default/7065555323257597917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightshiner.blogspot.com/2008/06/story-for-those-who-are-facing-troubles.html' title='A Story For Those Who Are Facing Troubles In Their Lifes...'/><author><name>Yrael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02413790119110426833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SaUPxNhPLtI/AAAAAAAAADU/0Qxz3Os_q0w/S220/mogget.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SF-MGPqfS-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/3CxX2oIdn-8/s72-c/footprints-in-the-sand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1445162450581546767.post-6453566732105228355</id><published>2008-06-23T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T03:11:33.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Ways To Make Your Girlfriend Dump You (Part 2 no 6~10)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SF92F0CT1GI/AAAAAAAAABw/JNbUEn_OmrU/s1600-h/trash+can.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215016735758079074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SF92F0CT1GI/AAAAAAAAABw/JNbUEn_OmrU/s320/trash+can.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And so here it is what you all have been waiting 4, that's right, the 1 and only completion on the How to Make Your Girlfriend Dump You POST. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(I'd rather there be no hard feelings between me and any girl who's read this POST, coz this is all done in the name of fun, and also 4 the sake of all those desperate men out there) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I really meant what I said coz I'm such a fun and loving person ;p Neway, enough hearing me rant, so on to number 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Number 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick stupid fights Find trivial things that she does and complain about them. A lot. Start a bitter argument over why she left the toilet seat down. Place a fork in place of the spoons in your kitchen and accuse her of messing up your living space. Be sure to find fault in the things she takes pride in, like her cooking or her political views. Tell her she's wrong about everything.And if she ever complains about your attitude, tell her she should quit nagging. For an extra touch, plug your ears and sing like a third grader. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Childish but it works like a charm, trust me women hate guys finding fault with them and nagging them, add childishness to the equation and you get a girl who's ready to blow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Number 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Start the "talk" When women are the ones doing the dumping, they mask their actions with long-winded explanations. They feel that couching the break-up between lots of words somehow softens the blow. Do the same to her. Beat around the bush to the extreme. Say things like, "I'm not sure where this relationship is going," or "I've been thinking about our mutual pursuit of happiness." When she asks you why, answer with more ambiguity. She'll get sick of it eventually.For a quicker variation, tell her you need a break, or that you think you should see other people. Since these are things women normally say in breakups, she might seize the initiative from you and close the deal herself. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If only it were that easy, this works only if she's sick of you as you are of her, wait till you get 1 that's all devoted to you, I'd like to see you pull it off using this tactic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Number 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compare her to your mother There's nothing that turns women off more than a mama's boy. That said, talk about your mother all the time. Quote her, reminisce about her, and consider what your mom would think about every action you contemplate. You can even compare your girlfriend to your mother, saying, "That's not what my mom would do." Do the same using ex-girlfriends and you have the ideal recipe. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Never tried this b4, but a friend of mine told me about it, said it works like a charm, tough there's a draw back, yup in d end you make your self look like a total pussy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Number 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utter the f-word If you're the type who loves to risk the loss of life and limb, take a shot at her appearance. That's right: tell her she's fat. Don't even wait for her to ask you. Mention it casually like you're talking about the weather. Don't be too blunt, but not too subtle either. Things like, "You've gained quite a few pounds, huh?" or "Have we been snacking between meals a bit?" work fine. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If you ask me, It's not gonna work, but hey, it's worth a try, like they say no pain no gain, tough it works like magic on those sensitive types. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Number 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheat on her This is the real coup-de-grce ; the end-all and be-all of relationships. Get it on with a woman and make sure your girlfriend finds out. It can be at a party or a bar where her friends happen to be. For a real thrill, bring a woman over and time it so your girlfriend comes home to catch you in the act. Then just for fun, deny everything. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hell, if you walk away alive I'd applaud you, coz this sure as hell ain't gonna be pretty, and I assure you you'd probably come out of this half dead or more dead then alive, don't say I din warn you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No Happy Ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Breaking up is hard to do, and sometimes a man just needs a shortcut out so some times you gotta do what a man's gotta do. Once all this is said and done, give yourself a pat on the back if you manage to get her to do the breaking up, but with a heavy heart, believing you're the one having your heart broken... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Oh, and if you want to keep a woman and keep her happy, be sure to do the opposite of these 10 tips)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YRAEL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1445162450581546767-6453566732105228355?l=brightshiner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightshiner.blogspot.com/feeds/6453566732105228355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1445162450581546767&amp;postID=6453566732105228355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1445162450581546767/posts/default/6453566732105228355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1445162450581546767/posts/default/6453566732105228355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightshiner.blogspot.com/2008/06/10-ways-to-make-your-girlfriend-dump_23.html' title='10 Ways To Make Your Girlfriend Dump You (Part 2 no 6~10)'/><author><name>Yrael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02413790119110426833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SaUPxNhPLtI/AAAAAAAAADU/0Qxz3Os_q0w/S220/mogget.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SF92F0CT1GI/AAAAAAAAABw/JNbUEn_OmrU/s72-c/trash+can.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1445162450581546767.post-6914930798723196514</id><published>2008-06-22T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T01:52:25.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Left Behind... AGAIN!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SF8RXomfviI/AAAAAAAAABk/8boCGWMin-8/s1600-h/Left-Behind-Cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214905991251869218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SF8RXomfviI/AAAAAAAAABk/8boCGWMin-8/s320/Left-Behind-Cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nooooooo&lt;/span&gt;, This cannot be, this cannot be my destiny... Sob sob T_T, after hours of intensive reading and study... &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(more like reading actually... study... Please, I left that behind so very long ago),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; I just realized that I do not have d complete set of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Left Behind"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; book set. The only consolation is I have watched the movie and it rocks as much as d book... So I will make it my newest assignment to track down and buy all d books, that's all 4 this POST, just felt like lamenting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;YRAEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1445162450581546767-6914930798723196514?l=brightshiner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightshiner.blogspot.com/feeds/6914930798723196514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1445162450581546767&amp;postID=6914930798723196514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1445162450581546767/posts/default/6914930798723196514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1445162450581546767/posts/default/6914930798723196514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightshiner.blogspot.com/2008/06/left-behind-again.html' title='Left Behind... AGAIN!!!'/><author><name>Yrael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02413790119110426833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SaUPxNhPLtI/AAAAAAAAADU/0Qxz3Os_q0w/S220/mogget.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SF8RXomfviI/AAAAAAAAABk/8boCGWMin-8/s72-c/Left-Behind-Cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1445162450581546767.post-1506935654398740842</id><published>2008-06-21T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T08:51:38.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Left Behind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SF0jfSmt_TI/AAAAAAAAABc/o3g8ty6ERvE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214362964042054962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SF0jfSmt_TI/AAAAAAAAABc/o3g8ty6ERvE/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Finally, I have have been able to take the time to add a new post... have been extremely busy... &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(busy reading that is ;p)&lt;/span&gt; So my POST 2day if about what's been keeping Me so very busy. Quite some time back I happened to stumble in to a book clearance sale, and as destiny would have it, I walked away with the whole novel set of the "Left Behind Series".&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; Needless to say the whole series is extremely captivating, it tells of the earth's last day's the last seven years the earth has to be more detailed, the events take place after the rapture, and talks about those who missed it. So I shall POST my views and comments on the book once I'm done reading it that is... And so that's all 4 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cya&lt;/span&gt; folks... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Btw&lt;/span&gt;, since this BLOG is about my daily life so yeah, 2day was totally uneventful, so was yesterday, yesterday was so uneventful 2 d point that I had nothing to POST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;YRAEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/1445162450581546767-1506935654398740842?l=brightshiner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightshiner.blogspot.com/feeds/1506935654398740842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1445162450581546767&amp;postID=1506935654398740842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1445162450581546767/posts/default/1506935654398740842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1445162450581546767/posts/default/1506935654398740842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightshiner.blogspot.com/2008/06/left-behind.html' title='Left Behind...'/><author><name>Yrael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02413790119110426833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SaUPxNhPLtI/AAAAAAAAADU/0Qxz3Os_q0w/S220/mogget.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SF0jfSmt_TI/AAAAAAAAABc/o3g8ty6ERvE/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1445162450581546767.post-7152585467090067019</id><published>2008-06-19T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T04:32:25.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Ways to Make Your Girlfriend Dump You... (Part 1 no 1~5)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SFpBXGYq20I/AAAAAAAAABA/FOC0GMdjlu8/s1600-h/trash+can.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213551383741651778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SFpBXGYq20I/AAAAAAAAABA/FOC0GMdjlu8/s320/trash+can.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Don't ask me why any sane person would try this, but then again there are many guy's out there desperate to get away from their girlfriend's &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;(I personally think guys resort to this when a relationship has lost its appeal and they want out... don't we all, sometimes that is).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Warning/A word to the wise, some of these tips can have the opposite effect on a girl who, who for example, likes to "work things out" or treats relationship dysfunctions as personal projects. You have been warned&lt;/span&gt;, so on to number&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;(BTW, if the person reading this POST happens to be female, no I do not hate girls, I love them all you name it, I do not have issues, and in fact I'm right now happily involved in a relation ship with the girl of my dreams... SO THERE...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Number 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang out with her girl friends Most women are highly competitive when it comes to men. Get her girlfriends involved and it spells real trouble, start spending more time with them, go to their houses and bring them gifts, watch movies together and so on. Then tell your girlfriend you find them attractive. Or better yet, compliment her friends in ways you never complimented her.As reinforcement, you can look at her girlfriends in her presence. Make it obvious by really turning your head, staring at her girlfriends, then mention how hot 1 of them or all of them are. Warning this could some times result into a blood bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Number 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let yourself go Stop caring about your appearance for a while. Become a slob by not shaving, combing your hair or changing your clothes for a few days. Also, dismiss proper etiquette when around her. Burp and fart to your heart's content, and don't excuse yourself. Pick your nose and wipe it on your shirt. When you go out with her, wear that same shirt.This will tell her that you no longer care to keep yourself attractive for her. She'll likely be embarrassed to be seen with you and call it quits. Note, I don’t think I could live with my self after this, also remember all girl’s/ some girls can be very vicious, a few well placed gossips/ rumors about your last few days with her could ruin any chances you had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wif&lt;/span&gt; any of her friend, if you had any in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Number 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Be a bad date If your girl is the type that likes to go out a lot, don't take her out anymore. Stay at home and watch sports or play video games. For an extra kick, make dates with her but don't show up. Hang out with your friends instead.You can also become a cheapskate. Don't spend money on her, or buy her little gifts. If you go out, ask her to foot the bill every time. When your girl sees that she's no longer worth your time and income, she'll get the idea pretty quick. Then again there are those who come to convince them self’s money &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t everything, a bit of a problem, but that’s what d other options are for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Number 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Become what women "want"Here's a nice exercise in observing feminine nature. Suddenly become a "nice guy." Be the sensitive, caring man women are always longing for. But this time, overdo it. Always tell her you love her, say, 10 times a day. Pick her up at work and stay glued to her. Become a pushover and always do as she says, speaking to her in a cute baby voice.If you can do it, cry. Share your "feelings" with her, making up exaggerated yet believable sentiments. Call her every 20 minutes. In essence, stifle her space with your mushy, intolerable lack of masculinity. She'll be desperate for a real man in no time. Yet I fell sorry 4 the guy, he just might turn gay, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Number 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Bring out the kink Sex is a critical part of many relationships, so sabotage it. Be entirely selfish in bed. Don't wait for her to climax, and don't cuddle with her when you do. Simply have sex with her, get dressed, and evacuate the premises.A good technique is to ask her to indulge your sexual fantasies. Propose a threesome with another chick. The closer she is to your girlfriend, the better. However, watch out for the George Costanza effect, where she might actually take you up on it. Better yet, "reveal" a perverse sexual taste, like dressing up in drag or receiving golden showers. This new side of you will certainly make her wonder if you're the one. I do not recommend this for people who are below 18 of age, then again I dun recommend this unless you wanna be come a daddy, you never know, safe is not always safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Right, so that's all for part 1, till I come up with the other 5 reasons... and don't even think of asking me why I can't come up with another 5 reasons... thing like this take time to think a bout and write, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cya&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;YRAEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1445162450581546767-7152585467090067019?l=brightshiner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightshiner.blogspot.com/feeds/7152585467090067019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1445162450581546767&amp;postID=7152585467090067019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1445162450581546767/posts/default/7152585467090067019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1445162450581546767/posts/default/7152585467090067019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightshiner.blogspot.com/2008/06/10-ways-to-make-your-girlfriend-dump.html' title='10 Ways to Make Your Girlfriend Dump You... (Part 1 no 1~5)'/><author><name>Yrael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02413790119110426833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SaUPxNhPLtI/AAAAAAAAADU/0Qxz3Os_q0w/S220/mogget.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SFpBXGYq20I/AAAAAAAAABA/FOC0GMdjlu8/s72-c/trash+can.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1445162450581546767.post-1745939468147810068</id><published>2008-06-19T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T04:33:11.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It has Begun... Yet Why Do I Still Feel So Bored?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SFpC-7d1pHI/AAAAAAAAABI/AxEaTb798AI/s1600-h/mogget.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213553167516935282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SFpC-7d1pHI/AAAAAAAAABI/AxEaTb798AI/s320/mogget.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the beginning there was this bored baker, and that bored baker was me... Having nothing better to do, HE decided to start a BLOG, even if it goes against my morals and principles &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(as if I have any).&lt;/span&gt; Anyway after wondering for a long time whatever should I write to up date my oh so boring blog, I decided to give whosoever is reading this blog a free sneak peek of my life &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Am I turning you on or what ;p),&lt;/span&gt; I would love to charge but to bad. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Neway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; since i started my BLOG just a while ago &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Yesterday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt;),&lt;/span&gt; the story of my life will have to wait 4 another day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I just spent the day writing about what a guy can do to get himself dumped... read on and find out more in my next POST...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Yours &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Truly&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;YRAEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1445162450581546767-1745939468147810068?l=brightshiner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightshiner.blogspot.com/feeds/1745939468147810068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1445162450581546767&amp;postID=1745939468147810068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1445162450581546767/posts/default/1745939468147810068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1445162450581546767/posts/default/1745939468147810068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightshiner.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-beginning-there-was-this-bored-baker.html' title='It has Begun... Yet Why Do I Still Feel So Bored?'/><author><name>Yrael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02413790119110426833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SaUPxNhPLtI/AAAAAAAAADU/0Qxz3Os_q0w/S220/mogget.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SFpC-7d1pHI/AAAAAAAAABI/AxEaTb798AI/s72-c/mogget.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1445162450581546767.post-2259657181446529768</id><published>2008-06-18T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T08:52:23.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Begining...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SFkstqtrlkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BHcsAzYNSRo/s1600-h/books.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213247206729684546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SFkstqtrlkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BHcsAzYNSRo/s320/books.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It is finished... I have finally done it... At long last... Now I can finally have something other to do with with my free time... Yes I have finally started my very own BLOG, tough the question remains, how long will it be till I give up on this BLOG and move on with my life in search of some thing better to do? And so finding that I cannot come up with d answer to my question, I have decided to call it a night. After all, the sad truth of a bakers life is that he starts work early and finishes late &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(SOB T_T SAD but TRUE)&lt;/span&gt; And so I take my leave... wondering what tomorrow will bring... only GOD knows what will happen, and in HIM shall I trust... So I lay down my pen &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(I'm not really using a pen mind you, it's just that I have the tendency to turn all my POST into stories.) &lt;/span&gt;and bid farewell to this world still cloaked in darkness... &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Seems that whenever I write a POST during some God forsaken hour it brings out the story teller in me...)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yours &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Truly&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;YRAEL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1445162450581546767-2259657181446529768?l=brightshiner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightshiner.blogspot.com/feeds/2259657181446529768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1445162450581546767&amp;postID=2259657181446529768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1445162450581546767/posts/default/2259657181446529768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1445162450581546767/posts/default/2259657181446529768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightshiner.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-begining.html' title='A New Begining...'/><author><name>Yrael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02413790119110426833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SaUPxNhPLtI/AAAAAAAAADU/0Qxz3Os_q0w/S220/mogget.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9FT-GlXQyYg/SFkstqtrlkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BHcsAzYNSRo/s72-c/books.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
