<?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-5161741922380271115</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:08:32.004-08:00</updated><category term='fury'/><category term='Lozada'/><category term='Multiply - Sensitive Topic'/><category term='a post-comment which is written out of boredom.:D'/><category term='Multiply'/><category term='livejournal'/><title type='text'>Idiosyncratic Philosophy Leading to Infinity</title><subtitle type='html'>Why meet we in the bridge of time
To exchange greetings and part?
-Richard Burtton-

Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing,
Beauty is its own excuse for being
-Ralph Waldo Emerson &amp;quot;The Rhodora&amp;quot;-</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjdsvfshgyisgz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161741922380271115/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjdsvfshgyisgz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Arrancar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04534617476416396861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PfyZyir-y2E/SPFuC_lORvI/AAAAAAAAAAo/jy3-5lvT0mc/S220/0003.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161741922380271115.post-7133215021144056089</id><published>2008-12-21T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T23:00:06.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Reason</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"&gt;The grief of defeat&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the tragedy of a loss&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"&gt;of the self&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"&gt;of the being&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"&gt;of the seed of existence&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"&gt;an extinguishing smoke&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"&gt;that clouds reason and entity&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"&gt;but, alas, unclear logic!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"&gt;that cannot be&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"&gt;though sorrow that is not befitting&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"&gt;a life that one should not expect&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"&gt;lowly, one has lived&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"&gt;and humbly one must perish&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"&gt;in reminiscing events that&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"&gt;did not even happen under one's sight&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"&gt;yet is deeply engraved in one's heart&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"&gt;the death of the bogus master&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"&gt;he who does not even exist&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"&gt;nor, if he did, would not recognize one's personality&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"&gt;and the attachment altogether&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"&gt;yet one still dreams of living&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"&gt;beside the light of justice, the exalted character of logic&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"&gt;and yet a mere acquaintance one isn't even considered&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"&gt;for one sees, yet does not exist in that world&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"&gt;or vice-versa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"&gt;the tragic event, thus, will be of no use&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"&gt;and it merely will be a part of a repertoire&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"&gt;of the thousands of fables and tales heard of&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"&gt;but deep within the chambers of emotion&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"&gt;the relationship exists&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"&gt;and one can feel the vibrations&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"&gt;the echoes of an ideal&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"&gt;typified by an ideal character&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"&gt;oh, machine of logic&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"&gt;oh, servant of justice&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"&gt;the masses are to see what is that they would be&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"&gt;and one becomes part of the looking audience&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"&gt;yet one longs to be a friend, or a student of this master&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"&gt;yet that would be illogical&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"&gt;and contrary to everything indeed!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"&gt;then one should say, to the least,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"&gt;that one is satisfied with everything&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"&gt;that one believes in the Perfection&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"&gt;which gives rise to the satisfaction&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"&gt;and is woven further by threads of the reasonable&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"&gt;then one should devote oneself to Perfection&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"&gt;that one becomes a servant and disciple&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"&gt;then, one would acquire the virtues of the master&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"&gt;and of the Higher Master&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"&gt;though to speak of the former is to allude of the Latter.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"&gt;For justice and reason one will live!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5161741922380271115-7133215021144056089?l=kjdsvfshgyisgz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjdsvfshgyisgz.blogspot.com/feeds/7133215021144056089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161741922380271115&amp;postID=7133215021144056089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161741922380271115/posts/default/7133215021144056089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161741922380271115/posts/default/7133215021144056089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjdsvfshgyisgz.blogspot.com/2008/12/ode-to-reason.html' title='Ode to Reason'/><author><name>Arrancar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04534617476416396861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PfyZyir-y2E/SPFuC_lORvI/AAAAAAAAAAo/jy3-5lvT0mc/S220/0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161741922380271115.post-8531177798668437178</id><published>2008-11-23T00:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T00:29:50.373-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a post-comment which is written out of boredom.:D'/><title type='text'>A Letter from Pisay</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Dear children,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt; I am writing to you a feedback about what you have just recently been. Remember what I tell you always: 'feedback is the breakfast of the champions'. And yes, we should not be victims but instead victors of circumstances!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt; Seriously my child, why do you grumble? I have heard so much of that since you were first year, during those days when I rigorously train you with the lab reports and quizzes an research papers that I required often; but why are you still deeply troubled with what I am? Time and time again I have told you that you will appreciate in the future what I have done for you, but you still are ashamed of me? I have exhausted my resources trying to teach you with what I could, and I stood against constant budget cuts and got money from innumerable sources just for your sake, yet you label me corrupt. I have approved myself by setting high enough standards for the faculty and staff that I am, yet you still criticize me as incompetent, and sometimes labeled harsh. I have required you only very minimal things (even the 2 year service I have abolished just for you) in exchange of the precious things I gave you, yet you still complain at what I require you. And now, my dear child, now that you are basically free from my more rigid restrictions you continue criticizing me? I have endured all those mentioned, but have accepted it and could have lived peacefully with those burdens in my heart; but this I cannot withstand: that you strip me in front of the crowd, burn me with the flame I once kindled, and mock me with the words I once sharpened. Why have you turned against me? why have you forgotten what I have done for you? You are blaming me for the person that you are now? Look at yourself! Did I mold you to be such? Did I distort you to become a monster of my own peril? No! Since when did I forget to emphasize the social sciences, or the arts perhaps? I have given high distinctions to those who excel in these fields; I have ensured that clubs for the right-brained people are present and active for their sake; and I have retained so many teachers that are adept at these fields. I have produced painters and philosophers and artists alike! Just like you, dear writer! Or did you forget your most basic lesson? Have you forgotten the art of thinking before acting (or, perhaps, writing), of trying to find the objective truth through tests? Scientific method, young child! And you are talking about sociology, right? Why do you blame an institution with “burning” its constituents when each one has a self, a dynamic self which Nietzsche says can recreate itself? And besides, you could have enrolled in another academe if you really disliked me or science (it's clear, Philippine &lt;u&gt;Science&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt; High School).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="justify"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt; One word: chill! Do not be so rash with life, my dear student. Though I do not mean to say that you must discontinue being an active citizen, a little moment of pause is needed so that one's logic can work properly. Again, I shall say: that in you – in your generation – rests the future of this nation. I trust in your excellent mind and pure heart. I believe in your capacity to be better. I just hope that someday – and it might be very soon – you still will be a good Filipino no matter what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="right"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="right"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Pisay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5161741922380271115-8531177798668437178?l=kjdsvfshgyisgz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjdsvfshgyisgz.blogspot.com/feeds/8531177798668437178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161741922380271115&amp;postID=8531177798668437178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161741922380271115/posts/default/8531177798668437178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161741922380271115/posts/default/8531177798668437178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjdsvfshgyisgz.blogspot.com/2008/11/letter-from-pisay.html' title='A Letter from Pisay'/><author><name>Arrancar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04534617476416396861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PfyZyir-y2E/SPFuC_lORvI/AAAAAAAAAAo/jy3-5lvT0mc/S220/0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161741922380271115.post-802369913975693295</id><published>2008-10-15T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T03:53:25.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pondering upon Things</title><content type='html'>Quite shivering. It's cold outside the room. The glimmer of the street lamps may have contributed some heat, but it seems that it is the only heat available. The wind is blowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite sharply, I noticed the firefly fluttering upon the bamboo grove. Glowing, with a fleeting transient presence that catches attention yet triggers anticipation. I do not know what I would do next. Jump off the road and into the dense cluster of tall reeds? No, that would be silly indeed. I'd rather wait for the next flash to appear; and it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite surprised at my being surprised, I stopped walking for a while. Thinking. Or maybe, trying to think. What should I be thinking? What a question. Disgraceful. But I guess I really should be thinking. The beautiful scene, the stream of incoherent imaginations. Lo! I have thought of a though to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quietly I sat. Yes, on the sidewalks. There were no cars passing, not even people. The place was barren except for me and nature. Or am I separated from nature? Oh well, I'm going to think. Deeply. Digging. Or, should I say, diving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite different from getting old is getting crazy. It appears unrelated, but in fact they are one and the same. Everything is. It is not a cause and effect relationship, but rather a cause and another cause. Old age is seen as the portal to knowing the truth, they say. Wisdom, one acquires experience and thus gets wise through it. Craziness, on the other hand, is the acquisition of something cannot grasp. A scary voice? Bells ringing perpetually? A disillusioned diemnsion of reality? People disregard it as simply irrational - crazy - as if it is different from the rational and the "normal". You see, irrationality is dictated by a lose of logic. But to have a complete lose of truth is too systematic to be illogical - one needs to know every bit of truth to revert it and become crazy altogether. Thus crazy people are better than most of us. The "normal" people comprehend a mixture of truth and fallacy, this being an effect of the degradation of reason (logic's shortcoming, i.e. its vulnerability to emotions). The true normal person, however, is that which knows and stand with the norm - more precisely described as perfect. And thus to be crazy - that is, to be the opposite of normal - is to be the exact opposite of normal. And this is a perfection in itself - and a norm in itself. The whole point is that crazy people acquire truth in theory, though it is incomprehensible to the minds of the normal - I suggest a better term is common - and dismiss it as unimportant under the reasoning of craziness. Thus getting old and getting crazy both acquire the truth, though in different ways. And I think I am getting both at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite strange, but I feel that something will happen a few hours from now. Am I getting crazy? No, I'm simply getting old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiet. The place is quiet for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5161741922380271115-802369913975693295?l=kjdsvfshgyisgz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjdsvfshgyisgz.blogspot.com/feeds/802369913975693295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161741922380271115&amp;postID=802369913975693295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161741922380271115/posts/default/802369913975693295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161741922380271115/posts/default/802369913975693295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjdsvfshgyisgz.blogspot.com/2008/10/pondering-upon-things.html' title='Pondering upon Things'/><author><name>Arrancar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04534617476416396861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PfyZyir-y2E/SPFuC_lORvI/AAAAAAAAAAo/jy3-5lvT0mc/S220/0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161741922380271115.post-4378074126789855426</id><published>2008-10-11T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T20:42:43.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Break</title><content type='html'>There I was...absorbed in the events that come with "school", college to be specific. It has been a long time since I drained myself - that is, by writing in a blog without having a draft (which I make when I submit papers and stuff)...The flow of thought just drains stress...at least for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is my launch of a whole new blog. Ha,it seems so weird to change my whole blog into a different one...I was actually planning to delete this, but the comments just make me guilty of doing such...a crime I would say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, seriously if anyone reads this (or cares about it), I would like to tell that someone that my previous blogs were either so-so or plain crap.Though I cannot say that with my multiply blog, but I just realized that the order and content of each blog entry affects a blog in such a way that other entries would be seen in the same context. Therefore, I should say that copy-pastes from different blogs is simply a failure...oh well, I failed miserably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least I learned...And now I am trying to put into practice these newly discovered principles...ha, I sound like an expert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, the reason why I wrote this is simply to try to purge my awful past entries...I can't delete them, yet I can't hide them either. I am left with the option of making a cover entry that would push them all out of sight...I wish they all will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well,that's it. I have a math exam tomorrow...finals to be more specific...I hope I can carry on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. if you read my blog,can you please leave comments. The comments simply fuel me to write. Which is why my multiply is active...Many people comment on my entries...so, if you will pity me (wow, nice term) please do leave comments...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5161741922380271115-4378074126789855426?l=kjdsvfshgyisgz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjdsvfshgyisgz.blogspot.com/feeds/4378074126789855426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161741922380271115&amp;postID=4378074126789855426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161741922380271115/posts/default/4378074126789855426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161741922380271115/posts/default/4378074126789855426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjdsvfshgyisgz.blogspot.com/2008/10/break.html' title='Break'/><author><name>Arrancar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04534617476416396861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PfyZyir-y2E/SPFuC_lORvI/AAAAAAAAAAo/jy3-5lvT0mc/S220/0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161741922380271115.post-8186951985216021720</id><published>2008-07-26T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T19:18:58.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Total Revival Effort</title><content type='html'>It is a sad thing that this blog has died for...years. But I am trying to do something so that this is already updated. Well, I have a different blog, at arrcanghel.blogspot.com and arankar.multiply.com. The first one is new,the other is my favorite. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5161741922380271115-8186951985216021720?l=kjdsvfshgyisgz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjdsvfshgyisgz.blogspot.com/feeds/8186951985216021720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161741922380271115&amp;postID=8186951985216021720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161741922380271115/posts/default/8186951985216021720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161741922380271115/posts/default/8186951985216021720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjdsvfshgyisgz.blogspot.com/2008/07/total-revival-effort.html' title='A Total Revival Effort'/><author><name>Arrancar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04534617476416396861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PfyZyir-y2E/SPFuC_lORvI/AAAAAAAAAAo/jy3-5lvT0mc/S220/0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161741922380271115.post-6902710830916127335</id><published>2008-02-17T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T04:02:57.817-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lozada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fury'/><title type='text'>JUN LOZADA LOSER</title><content type='html'>WITH CAPS LOCK LETTERS I DECLARE LOZADA AS A LOSER. WHY? CAUSE HE IS JUST LETTING THE TRUTH GET KILLED.&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, Jun Lozada is making the fragile truth so vulnerable to breaking down. And worse, it is not just the truth that's gonna die: the nation will crash down. With all the close-minded Filipinos convinced that the government is convicted, they all are crazy at the fact. The church is even crazier in mixing with dirty politics. THESE PRIESTS ARE BETTER OFF BEING POLITICIANS. They blinded by the fame that comes with the uprising. To make things worse, the economy will once again fall. THE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ILLITERATE&lt;/span&gt; MASSES WILL SAY THAT THE COUNTRY IS STILL BAD. WHAT SHOULD THEY EXPECT, AN OVERNIGHT SHIFT FROM 5TH WORLD TO 1ST WORLD CONDITIONS? And they are trying to overthrow Gloria. WHAT THE HELL? ARE YOU SAYING THAT THE OVERTHROWING OF ERAP IS USELESS AND WE ARE BETTER OFF WITH THE P60 FOREIGN EXCHANGE RATE? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND SHOULD THEY SAY THAT THE GROWTH IS INSIGNIFICANT, WHAT ABOUT THE FACT THAT WE ARE GROWING DESPITE THE RECESSION THAT IS HAPPENING WORLDWIDE? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, Lozada should have opted to scheme first before doing anything stupid. LOZADA, PLEASE DO NOT BE SUCH A LOSER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5161741922380271115-6902710830916127335?l=kjdsvfshgyisgz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjdsvfshgyisgz.blogspot.com/feeds/6902710830916127335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161741922380271115&amp;postID=6902710830916127335' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161741922380271115/posts/default/6902710830916127335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161741922380271115/posts/default/6902710830916127335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjdsvfshgyisgz.blogspot.com/2008/02/jun-lozada-loser.html' title='JUN LOZADA LOSER'/><author><name>Arrancar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04534617476416396861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PfyZyir-y2E/SPFuC_lORvI/AAAAAAAAAAo/jy3-5lvT0mc/S220/0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161741922380271115.post-3231153082799661237</id><published>2007-12-24T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T01:33:44.649-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Multiply'/><title type='text'>The Darkened Horizon</title><content type='html'>The universe is full of contrasts. Wonderful contrasts. Thus, there are two distinct things of each category that fill up our perceived world.&lt;br /&gt;Plants are immobile, self-feeding organisms; animals are moving, and depend on other organisms for food. Silence is the serenity of the soul that is created by harmonious blending of infinitesimal vibrations; noise is the abundance of uncoordinated sound waves. Matter is the tangible substance; energy is the abstract mover. Lots of opposites exist, and each one is a negative of the other. It is a dominating view, however, that one of the two is more preferred, describing it in terms that in itself seen as opposites. Ugliness, for example, is regarded unpleasant and brought about by evil; beauty is in itself beautiful, appreciated, and heavenly. And in turn evil is seen as hideous, foul, ugly; the good is admirable, desirable, beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;A paradox occurs, and a radical point of view is born.&lt;br /&gt;Let us analyze ugliness and beauty. Obviously, beauty is very superior to ugliness, but isn't it that ugliness has an innate value that makes beauty valuable? Ugliness has something good in that it serves to exult beauty; and this lowly task is a parallel to the master and the slave, where the slave humbles himself to  give the master authority. And humility is a wonderful virtue in that it makes the thing or person above all others in position by serving low. Thus, ugliness is beautiful in that in makes beauty beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;What, so if thoroughly generalized, their is no distinction between anything in this world?&lt;br /&gt;And if this is carried to the extremes, we can say that evil is good in that it it makes the good itself good; and Satan is good in that it makes God good?&lt;br /&gt;Everything crumbles after this. The day is breached with tints of darkness as night realizes it is as bright; the dead matter moves as it comes to the realization that it makes life living; and the horizon darkens as the earth and the sky take their own rightful positions...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5161741922380271115-3231153082799661237?l=kjdsvfshgyisgz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjdsvfshgyisgz.blogspot.com/feeds/3231153082799661237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161741922380271115&amp;postID=3231153082799661237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161741922380271115/posts/default/3231153082799661237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161741922380271115/posts/default/3231153082799661237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjdsvfshgyisgz.blogspot.com/2007/12/darkened-horizon.html' title='The Darkened Horizon'/><author><name>Arrancar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04534617476416396861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PfyZyir-y2E/SPFuC_lORvI/AAAAAAAAAAo/jy3-5lvT0mc/S220/0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161741922380271115.post-4913773646562941467</id><published>2007-12-19T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T19:58:49.574-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Multiply - Sensitive Topic'/><title type='text'>A Serious Problem</title><content type='html'>There is a serious topic I want to discuss, and a very sensitive one, so readers please engage too.&lt;br /&gt;The world is slowly degrading, and we know it in many aspects. Environmentally, there's pollution. Chemically and physically, entropy increases. A more serious thing, however, is the degradation of our morals.&lt;br /&gt;Particularly, I talk about sexuality.&lt;br /&gt;According to the Bible, God created man and woman. By the turn of the new civilization, however, which I call the modern civilization , there came the "middlemen", the homosexuals. May it be lesbianism or bisexualism or being gay, it is a contemporary issue that was not present in the old times. It was thus judged to be unnatural, strange, and downright disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;And I agree.&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, violent reactions may be harbored from this, but I am just trying to state my point; and may you please understand it first.&lt;br /&gt;One thing that sets apart the homosexuals from others is their unproductive activity (and I'll tell it straight, they have sex without producing babies). I define homosexuality as doing sexual practices with the same sex (thus, I exclude the "gays" who are, frankly, "virgins"). Obviously, it is not logical for something to happen between the same gender, right? And the sin is more hideous for the promiscuous homosexuals. Look, it is obvious that having coitus outside the boundaries of marriage (and I mean normal, male-female marriage) is a sin, and those who refute are simply out of the question. God regards marriage as sacred, as "two people become one flesh" through it. Why desecrate what is so holy? And if someone asks 'why care about God' try to ask yourself if God exists, if He really created you, if it is a good thing to not acknowledge Someone who created you (and you know it deep down; if God doesn't exist, why do you know His name in the first place? someone mentioned it? who said it to them? and a cycle which ends in 'who told the very first people about God?).&lt;br /&gt;Now, the homosexuals are asking for human rights. Yes, I won't refute their being human, but they seriously are a population that needs help. Why? They are sinners! They are misguided, and psychologically they need some guidance (sincere guidance). And there's more: some are asking the church to let homosexuals be priests. This is ridiculous! And they were complaining, saying that they were robbed of their rights. The Pope answered it with God's great wisdom, and with such clarity that noone needs to refute it:&lt;br /&gt;"It is not a question of the church's will, but it is a question of God's will"&lt;br /&gt;Hope I made my point clear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5161741922380271115-4913773646562941467?l=kjdsvfshgyisgz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjdsvfshgyisgz.blogspot.com/feeds/4913773646562941467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161741922380271115&amp;postID=4913773646562941467' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161741922380271115/posts/default/4913773646562941467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161741922380271115/posts/default/4913773646562941467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjdsvfshgyisgz.blogspot.com/2007/12/serious-problem.html' title='A Serious Problem'/><author><name>Arrancar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04534617476416396861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PfyZyir-y2E/SPFuC_lORvI/AAAAAAAAAAo/jy3-5lvT0mc/S220/0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161741922380271115.post-7340934187382878428</id><published>2007-12-19T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T00:19:16.652-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livejournal'/><title type='text'>Megastructures</title><content type='html'>So many megastructures exist in the Philippines, and no country might ever surpass it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pasig River&lt;br /&gt;The waters of this very first artificially-colored and artificially-odored body of water has very subtle hues of brown and black, artistically dotted with blue, red, and green plastic containers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Manila Bay&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the most serene bays in the world, with a distinct fragrance that invites us to stay there for a moment longer. It is the first site where a sunscreen of very pleasant aerosols produce the most outstanding sunset in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Payatas Smokey Mountains&lt;br /&gt;True enough, it is the artificial replica of the American counterpart of the same name. It is also the most expensive, costing a billion million pesos of waste food, paper, and other ordinary materials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5161741922380271115-7340934187382878428?l=kjdsvfshgyisgz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjdsvfshgyisgz.blogspot.com/feeds/7340934187382878428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161741922380271115&amp;postID=7340934187382878428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161741922380271115/posts/default/7340934187382878428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161741922380271115/posts/default/7340934187382878428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjdsvfshgyisgz.blogspot.com/2007/12/megastructures.html' title='Megastructures'/><author><name>Arrancar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04534617476416396861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PfyZyir-y2E/SPFuC_lORvI/AAAAAAAAAAo/jy3-5lvT0mc/S220/0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161741922380271115.post-8426333730276583172</id><published>2007-12-18T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T00:26:04.719-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livejournal'/><title type='text'>Beauty of the Phillipines</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Things to watch out in the Philippine scene...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Plugs without ground wires...no surprise that it's easy to catch fire here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Cheap cements that crack when wet...that is why constant reconstruction must be done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Cheap water bottles that melt to cause cancer...I don't know if this is still global,but I don't think so...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Drainage sites that clog when it rains hard...what's their use again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. "Mono-cables" (wires that are made up of only 1 strand of metal,not the usual two) that are 20-50 years old...another fire hazard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Termite-infested government buildings...a magnitude 3 earthquake could make it crumble...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these are the engineering "de-feats" that we, Filipinos, are very proud of...I might add some more...so much more..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5161741922380271115-8426333730276583172?l=kjdsvfshgyisgz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjdsvfshgyisgz.blogspot.com/feeds/8426333730276583172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161741922380271115&amp;postID=8426333730276583172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161741922380271115/posts/default/8426333730276583172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161741922380271115/posts/default/8426333730276583172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjdsvfshgyisgz.blogspot.com/2007/12/beauty-of-phillipines.html' title='Beauty of the Phillipines'/><author><name>Arrancar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04534617476416396861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PfyZyir-y2E/SPFuC_lORvI/AAAAAAAAAAo/jy3-5lvT0mc/S220/0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161741922380271115.post-9125227316933265123</id><published>2007-12-17T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T00:11:55.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Blog is a Compilation</title><content type='html'>Yey! At last may blog na ako dito...Pero ang gagawin ko ay mostly compilation muna...Tapos, kung maubos na lahat, saka pa ako maggawa...&lt;br /&gt;Ang isa ko pang blog na updated is sa multiply, arankar@multiply.com&lt;br /&gt;Emo Alert, most blogs ko emo...kung hindi naman ay weird...&lt;br /&gt;Tapos seryoso ang blog ko....na ewan&lt;br /&gt;At sori kung di ganun kaganda entries ko...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, first and last free entry ito!! (and by free i mean an expression of natural feelings, not of structured ideas)&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5161741922380271115-9125227316933265123?l=kjdsvfshgyisgz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjdsvfshgyisgz.blogspot.com/feeds/9125227316933265123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161741922380271115&amp;postID=9125227316933265123' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161741922380271115/posts/default/9125227316933265123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161741922380271115/posts/default/9125227316933265123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjdsvfshgyisgz.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-blog-is-compilation.html' title='This Blog is a Compilation'/><author><name>Arrancar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04534617476416396861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PfyZyir-y2E/SPFuC_lORvI/AAAAAAAAAAo/jy3-5lvT0mc/S220/0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
