<?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-19716578</id><updated>2011-09-05T20:50:47.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Endless Abyss</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19716578/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>d'Heartless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986827673853699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/g/m/gmart-d-heartless.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19716578.post-115331233215914424</id><published>2006-07-19T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T20:32:12.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple and Clean by Utada Hikaru</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're giving me too many things&lt;br /&gt;Lately you're all I need&lt;br /&gt;You smiled at me and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong I love you&lt;br /&gt;But does that mean I have to meet your father?&lt;br /&gt;When we are older you'll understand&lt;br /&gt;What I meant when I said "No,&lt;br /&gt;I don't think life is quite that simple"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk away&lt;br /&gt;  You don't hear me say please&lt;br /&gt;  Oh baby, don't go&lt;br /&gt;  Simple and clean is the way that you're making me feel tonight&lt;br /&gt;  It's hard to let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The daily things that keep us all busy&lt;br /&gt;Are confusing me&lt;br /&gt;That's when you came to me and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could prove I love you&lt;br /&gt;But does that mean I have to walk on water?&lt;br /&gt;When we are older you'll understand&lt;br /&gt;It's enough when I say so&lt;br /&gt;And maybe some things are that simple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me&lt;br /&gt;   Whatever lies beyond this morning&lt;br /&gt;   Is a little later on&lt;br /&gt;   Regardless of warnings the future doesn't scare me at all&lt;br /&gt;   Nothing's like before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19716578-115331233215914424?l=gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com/feeds/115331233215914424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19716578&amp;postID=115331233215914424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19716578/posts/default/115331233215914424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19716578/posts/default/115331233215914424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com/2006/07/simple-and-clean-by-utada-hikaru.html' title='Simple and Clean by Utada Hikaru'/><author><name>d'Heartless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986827673853699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/g/m/gmart-d-heartless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19716578.post-114959789424188107</id><published>2006-06-06T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T20:44:54.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please visit my &lt;a href="http://gmart-d-heartless.deviantart.com/"&gt;deviantART&lt;/a&gt; instead of my blog cos' I'm really busy (school stuffs). I just need some pageviews. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://gmart-d-heartless.deviantart.com/"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com/"&gt;NOT HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19716578-114959789424188107?l=gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com/feeds/114959789424188107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19716578&amp;postID=114959789424188107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19716578/posts/default/114959789424188107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19716578/posts/default/114959789424188107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com/2006/06/please-visit-my-deviantart-instead-of.html' title=''/><author><name>d'Heartless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986827673853699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/g/m/gmart-d-heartless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19716578.post-114854658788697328</id><published>2006-05-25T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T16:55:54.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Love (English) by Utada Hikaru</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once in a while&lt;br /&gt;You are in my mind&lt;br /&gt;I think about the days that we had&lt;br /&gt;And i dream that these would all come back to me&lt;br /&gt;If only you knew every moment in time&lt;br /&gt;Nothing goes on in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Just like your memories&lt;br /&gt;How I want here to be with you&lt;br /&gt;Once more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will always gonna be the one&lt;br /&gt;And you should know&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could have never let you go&lt;br /&gt;Come into my life again&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't say no&lt;br /&gt;You will always gonna be the one in my life&lt;br /&gt;So true, I believe i can never find&lt;br /&gt;Somebody like you&lt;br /&gt;my first love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in awhile&lt;br /&gt;Your are in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the warmth of your embrace&lt;br /&gt;And I pray that it will all come back to me&lt;br /&gt;If only you knew every moment in time&lt;br /&gt;Nothing goes on in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Just like your memories&lt;br /&gt;And how I want here to be with you&lt;br /&gt;Once more&lt;br /&gt;yah yah yah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will always be inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;And you should know&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could have never let you go&lt;br /&gt;Come into my life again&lt;br /&gt;Please don't say no&lt;br /&gt;Now and forever you are still the one&lt;br /&gt;In my heart&lt;br /&gt;So true, I believe I could never find&lt;br /&gt;Somebody like you&lt;br /&gt;My first love&lt;br /&gt;oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will always gonna be the one&lt;br /&gt;And you should know&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could have never let you go&lt;br /&gt;Come into my life again&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't say no&lt;br /&gt;You will always gonna be the one&lt;br /&gt;So true, I believe I could never find&lt;br /&gt;Now and forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*I love this song so much. Reminds me of my first love. I don't think I have one, though.&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/19716578-114854658788697328?l=gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com/feeds/114854658788697328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19716578&amp;postID=114854658788697328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19716578/posts/default/114854658788697328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19716578/posts/default/114854658788697328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com/2006/05/first-love-english-by-utada-hikaru.html' title='First Love (English) by Utada Hikaru'/><author><name>d'Heartless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986827673853699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/g/m/gmart-d-heartless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19716578.post-114612472264747153</id><published>2006-04-27T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T17:49:30.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>College Courses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;These past weeks, I've been thinking about what courses I would choose in college. Then, I saw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hanashinosaki.blogspot.com/"&gt;May's&lt;/a&gt; post about college courses she would take. So, here's mine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U.P. Diliman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BA History&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BA Linguistics&lt;br /&gt;-BA Philosophy&lt;br /&gt;-BA European Languages&lt;br /&gt;-BA English and Comparative Literature&lt;br /&gt;-BA/BS Psychology&lt;br /&gt;-BS Biology&lt;br /&gt;-BS Economics&lt;br /&gt;-BS Business Economics&lt;br /&gt;-BS Business Administration&lt;br /&gt;-BS Business and Accountancy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.D.M.U. (Ateneo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AB History&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-AB Literature (English)&lt;br /&gt;-AB Humanities&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Modern Languages (French/German/Latin)&lt;br /&gt;-AB Philosophy&lt;br /&gt;-BFA Creative Writing&lt;br /&gt;-BFA Information Design&lt;br /&gt;-BS Management/BS Management Honors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;-BS Communications Technology Management&lt;br /&gt;-BS Biology&lt;br /&gt;-AB Economics/AB Economics Honors/AB Management Economics&lt;br /&gt;-AB Psychology&lt;br /&gt;-AB European Studies (Business or International Relations Track)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm gonna go for BA History then BS Business Economics!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Then a Master's degree on both courses.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; But I also want to take BS Business/BS Management. If possible, I want to take all the courses I listed above. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19716578-114612472264747153?l=gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com/feeds/114612472264747153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19716578&amp;postID=114612472264747153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19716578/posts/default/114612472264747153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19716578/posts/default/114612472264747153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com/2006/04/college-courses.html' title='College Courses'/><author><name>d'Heartless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986827673853699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/g/m/gmart-d-heartless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19716578.post-114562361111693855</id><published>2006-04-21T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T20:39:17.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Past and Future Summer Days</title><content type='html'>hmmm.. April 7, pumunta kaming Bolinao, Pangasinan para pumunta sa isang family reunion. Buti na lng dala ko ang Ipod ko dahil wala akong magawa sa bahay ng pinsan ng daddy ko. Ang nakakainis pa, ang kukulit ng mga bata (ung mga ibang pinsan at syempre ung isa kong kapatid). Tapos, ung mga ibang pinsan at tito ko ay naglalaro naman ng basketball sa labas habang ung iba naman ay nanonood sa isang pinsan ko na naglalaro ng Warcraft sa laptop ng tito ko. Then, nung gabi na (mga 6pm), pumunta na kami sa venue ng reunion. Parang siyang js prom pero nga lng puro matatanda ung kasali. As usual, boring kasi puro matatanda lng ang nagkakaintindihan.. So, nakikinig lng ulit ako sa aking Ipod, naglalaro ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hide and seek &lt;/span&gt;ung mga pinsan (ung mga bata) ko, nakaupo at nananaginip ung mga ibang pinsan. Nung kainan na, nauna na kaming malalaki (teenagers or watever) sa buffet table. hmmm.. Masarap naman ung pagkain.. Lechon, bbq, ribs, chicken, chicken, may parang soup na puno ng gulay, macaroni, salad, hmmm..Anu pa ba..? Bsta un na un. Tapos, may mga sayaw parang sa prom pero matatanda, at tango/chacha/foxtrot(?) ung mga sinasayaw. Ang gagaling nga eh.. Pero boring.. Hay.. Mahal ko talaga ang aking Ipod.. Anyway, hindi na namin tinapos ung mga programs, blah blah.. Bumalik na ulit kami sa malaking bahay ng pinsan ng daddy at dun kami matutulog (lahat ng tito, tita, pinsan sa Hermosa side).. Ang galing nga eh.. nagkasya.. kaya nga malaki ung bahay eh.. hmmm.. Kinabukasan, ganun pa rin ang nangyari.. Pero umalis na kami nung tanghali na. Ung ibang tito ko pumuntang Ilocos (probinsya namin), tapos kami at ung natira pumuntang Hundred Islands. Sightseeing.. Tapos nagdiving kami! Yeah! un lng ung masayang part na nangyari sa Pangasinan. First time ko lng nun, pero mabilis naman ako natuto. Ang saya nga eh..! 'nga pala, bago kami umalis sa Bolinao, nag-beach muna kami dun sa Boracay-like beach kasi white sand pero kami lng ung tao dun. Dumating na kami sa Manila mga 1am na 'ata..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 14, bumisita kami sa 14 na simbahan sa loob ng NCR. Masaya naman kasi maganda at ang lalaki ng mga simbahan pero ang init (super). Sacrifice daw namin un dahil Holy Week nga. Approx. 6 hrs. namin ginawa 'to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 15, isa sa mga masasayang araw ko dahil pupunta kaming Subic kasama naman ung mga tito, tita, pinsan sa middle initial side. Compared sa Hermosa side, hinde boring kasama ung mga kamag-anak ko sa side na 'to. 6am kami umalis, ung mga lalaki dun sa Adventure namin tapos ung mga babae na sa Starex ng tito ko. hmmm.. ung na sa NLEX na kami, nagstop-over kami dun sa may Shell, KFC, Burger King, etc.  Kumain muna kami ng breakfast dun sa KFC, tapos bago ulit sumakay sa mga SUV, pumunta muna kami Starbucks para sa mga drinks namin habang na sa sasakyan kami.  Then tumuloy ulit kami papuntang Subic. Tinago ko na lng ung Ipod ko sa bag kasi may mp3 player naman dun sa Adventure, tapos nagpatugtog ung pinsan ko ng mga kanta ng Metallica kaya ang ingay dun sa sasakyan pero masaya. hmmm.. Mga 10am dumating na kami sa Subic tapos hinanap namin ung resort na malapit sa Ocean Adv. Unfortunately, ang daming tao kaya 'di na kami tumuloy dun. Kaya nagOcean Adv. muna kami, nanood lng ng mga dolphin, seals na gumagawa ng tricks. Tapos humawak kami sa mga dolphins, ewan ko lng kung magkano un pero client naman ng Dream ung Ocean Adv. eh, kaya.. bsta un. Sayang pwede pala magswimming kasama ung mga dolphins pero mahal daw bayad. Pagkatapos nun, naghanap ulit kami ng iba png resort. Grabe, mga apat na resort na ung napuntahan namin pero punuan ng mga tao. 12nn na kami nakahanap ng resort na kakaunti lng tao, dun sa White Rock(s?) kami tumuloy. Maganda, malinis, at malaki naman ung resort. Kumuha kami ng cottage/hut tapos hinanap na ng iba ung shower room, ung iba naman naglalagay ng sunblock, ung isa kong tito umalis muna at bumili ng mga pagkain sa Mcdo para sa lunch, ako naman nagpalit lng ng damit na png beach kasi ang init, bale nag "sleeveless tshirt" na lng ako. Ang tindi ng init kaya 'di muna ako nagswimming nakinig na lng ako sa Ipod ko habang hinihintay ko ung pagkain habang ung iba na sa beach na. After about 1hr. dumating na rin ung pagkain, kumuha agad ako bago maubusan, ung nagpahena (parang tattoo thing) muna, ung iba umahon at kumain, at ung iba na sa beach pa rin. hmmm.. Nakinig sa Ipod at natulog lng 'ata ung ginawa ko dun. 3pm nagswimming na rin ako dahil 'di na mainit, ung dalawa kong pinsan nagrent ng kayak, at ung isa naman kumuha ng volleyball pero soccer naman ung nilaro. Pagtapos ng isang oras, nagdiving ulit kami (pero lima lng ung sumama)! Ang daming coral reef at mga isda, at ang malinis naman ung tubig compared sa Manila bay. 2nd time ko un! 'di pa rin ako sanay. Pero astig ng summer ngaun. Hinde pa nagtatapos ung kasayahan.. pagkatapos ng diving, nagrent kami ng jetski! hmmm.. 2k+ ata un eh. Kaya take turns lng kami.. Ang daya nga eh.. sa likod lng ako. Sarap ng hangin tapos talon ng talon sa mga waves. 6pm, pumunta na kami sa shower room, nagbihis, at umalis na. Matutulog sana ako dun sa sasakyan pero grabe ung music ng Metallica. Pumunta muna kami dun sa magandang malaking bahay ng tita ko sa Bulacan at kumain ng dinner dun bago tumuloy sa Manila. 12mn, dito na kami sa bahay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 18, pumunta si Drazen dito sa bahay para magTekken at hiramin ung FFVII:AC at CD ng Incubus. Akala ko nung una talo ako (1-5) pero sa huli ako pa rin panalo (7-0). haha.. So, 8-5 ung final score namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 19, tinapos ko na ung Kingdom Hearts II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 22, bday ng daddy ko.. Punta kami sa isang restaurant.. d ko alam kung saan.. sa Fridays 'ata ulit kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 01, bday naman ni Agnes at pupunta naman kami sa Antique kasama ulit ung mga sumama sa Subic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I hate having nothing to do. It gets me thinking too much."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19716578-114562361111693855?l=gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com/feeds/114562361111693855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19716578&amp;postID=114562361111693855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19716578/posts/default/114562361111693855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19716578/posts/default/114562361111693855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com/2006/04/past-and-future-summer-days.html' title='Past and Future Summer Days'/><author><name>d'Heartless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986827673853699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/g/m/gmart-d-heartless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19716578.post-114561898814348945</id><published>2006-04-21T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T19:29:48.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1782/1852/1600/Cimg0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1782/1852/320/Cimg0045.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Time finished: approx. 1am&lt;br /&gt;Hours played: approx. 30hrs. (April 3-19)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just finished KH2, the day before yesterday (April 19). Right now, I'm trying Proud mode (harder level). So..? Who cares 'bout that..? hmmm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19716578-114561898814348945?l=gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com/feeds/114561898814348945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19716578&amp;postID=114561898814348945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19716578/posts/default/114561898814348945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19716578/posts/default/114561898814348945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com/2006/04/time-finished-approx.html' title=''/><author><name>d'Heartless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986827673853699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/g/m/gmart-d-heartless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19716578.post-114500436045037872</id><published>2006-04-14T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T16:46:00.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip</title><content type='html'>Yey..! Punta kami Subic bukas. hehe.. hmmm.. Anu naman kaya gagawin namin dun..? First time ko lng kasi pumunta dun. haha.. Anyway, that's all for now. 'alang kwenta..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19716578-114500436045037872?l=gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com/feeds/114500436045037872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19716578&amp;postID=114500436045037872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19716578/posts/default/114500436045037872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19716578/posts/default/114500436045037872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com/2006/04/trip.html' title='Trip'/><author><name>d'Heartless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986827673853699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/g/m/gmart-d-heartless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19716578.post-114481275182321727</id><published>2006-04-12T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T11:39:04.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kingdom Hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I've been having these weird thoughts lately, like is any of this real or not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"A scattered dream thats like a far-off memory. A far-off memory that's like a scattered dream. I want to line the pieces up- yours and mine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Friends, same heart. No heart, no see friends. No heart, no friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"This world has been connected. Tied to the darkness... soon to be completely eclipsed. There is so very much to learn. You understand so little. A meaningless effort. One who knows nothing can understand nothing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"All worlds begin in darkness, and all so end. The heart is no different. Darkness sprouts within it, grows, consumes it. Such is its nature. In the end, every heart returns to the darkness whence it came. You see, darkness is the heart's true essence."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Hearts are power. Nothingness...is eternal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Behold the endless abyss! Within lies the heart of all worlds: Kingdom Hearts! Look as hard as you are able. You'll not find even the smallest glimmer of light. From these dark depths are all hearts born. Even yours. Darkness conquers all worlds!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't steep yourself in darkness too long. The Heartless consume the careless."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"The ingredients for a heart: Pulse.   Emotion. Terror. Fear. Hope and despair. Mix them all together, and we have a heart!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"The heart may be weak, and sometimes it may even give in. But I've learned that deep down, there's a light that never goes out!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; "Every light must fade, every heart must return to darkness!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No one lives in the slums because they want to. It's like this train. It can't run except where its rails take it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Reality isn't so kind. Everything doesn't work out the way you want it to. That's why... As long as you don’t get your hopes up, you can take anything... You feel less pain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"Right and wrong are not what separate us and our enemies. It's our different standpoints, our perspectives that separate us. Both sides blame one another. There's no good or bad side. Just 2 sides holding different views."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I hate having nothing to do. It gets me thinking too much."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Why do people depend on each other? In the end you're on your own. I'm fine by myself now. I have all the skills I need to survive. I'm not a child anymore..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"I don't know anything. I'm confused. I don't want to depend on anyone. How can I do that? Someone tell me... Someone? So I'll end up depending on others after all..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"It feels great to have friends who believe in you, and adults you can rely on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want friends who won't be around tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Sharpshooters are loners by nature... We hone our instincts, pour our whole being in a single bullet. The pressure of the moment... An instant of tension... That's what... I have to face alone..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"You've all heard this before. How life has infinite possibilities. I don't believe that one bit. There weren't many paths for me to choose. Sometimes, there would only be one. From the limited possibilities I faced, the choices I made have brought me this far. That's why I value the path I chose... I want to hold true to the path that had to be taken."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Teamwork means staying out of my way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are many worlds. But they share the same sky. One sky.. One destiny.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kingdom Hearts... is light!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Nah.. I just can't post anything. [Sigh..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"In this country, you can't trust anyone but your family and friends."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19716578-114481275182321727?l=gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com/feeds/114481275182321727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19716578&amp;postID=114481275182321727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19716578/posts/default/114481275182321727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19716578/posts/default/114481275182321727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com/2006/04/kingdom-hearts.html' title='Kingdom Hearts'/><author><name>d'Heartless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986827673853699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/g/m/gmart-d-heartless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19716578.post-114386982415531331</id><published>2006-04-01T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T13:37:04.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para sa post na 'to gagamit ako ng tagalog dahil nagmamadali ako. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. Tapos na ang 3rd yr life at 4th yr na tayo (tayo: batch o7) at siguro isang taon pa ay college na tayo. Pero, bakit parang nalulungkot ang lahat dahil tapos na ang school yr natin..? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's the big deal?&lt;/span&gt; Hindi ko maintindihan kung bakit. haha. Siguro dahil mamimiss natin ang 3rd life.. Yung mga kaibigan, kalokohan, at kung anu anu pa.. Pero makikita pa naman natin sila next school year..? Ewan. Masaya na ako dahil tapos na ang paghihirap. Makaka-relax na ako (kahit 2 months, ok na). Mamimiss ko lng ang mga tao na nagpasaya sa aking 3rd life.. haha. Pero wala na akong pakialam sa mga taong walang kwenta (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"gago"&lt;/span&gt;) nung mga oras na iyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks sa Einstein III! esp:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tropatan (Drazen, Kelvin, Selah) - Hindi ko makakalimutan ung mga pinagsamahan natin at ung mga naitulong niyo sa akin. Sana sa 4th year Tropatan pa rin! \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zion - Dapat magkaklase pa rin tayo sa 4th year. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim - Salamat sa mga kakulitan mo. haha.. wala lng. Basta salamat sa lahat ng nagawa mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micah - Hindi ko makakalimutan ung lagi tayong magkatabi sa zoology. hehe.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks for being a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sino pa ba..? hehe. Basta salamat sa lahat ng naging kaibigan ko. Rok on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syempre hindi ko makakalimutan ung mga naging kaibigan ko sa labas ng Einstein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agnes - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks for being a very nice friend. &lt;/span&gt;Kahit.. hmmm.. basta.. Thanks ulit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen - Kahit hindi masyado tayo naging close.. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry naman sa mga nasaktan ko o kung anu man. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit nga ba ako magpopost ng ganito..? Hay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, ito naman mga gagawin ko sa bakasyon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; matutong tumugtog ng gitara&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; tapusin ang nobelang ginagawa ko (ung bago)&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; maglaro&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; mag review para sa UPCAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If you've got the poison I've got the remedy.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19716578-114386982415531331?l=gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com/feeds/114386982415531331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19716578&amp;postID=114386982415531331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19716578/posts/default/114386982415531331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19716578/posts/default/114386982415531331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com/2006/04/summer-time.html' title='Summer time!'/><author><name>d'Heartless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986827673853699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/g/m/gmart-d-heartless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19716578.post-114295446195815417</id><published>2006-03-21T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T23:30:51.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartless</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Heartless - devoid of compassion or feeling; pitiless; cruel"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt;.. I just want to clarify some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a heartless person but not literally a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "HEARTLESS".&lt;/span&gt; I'm not selfish, I'm not cruel, I don't lack compassion or feeling, and I'm not pitiless. (^_^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a heartless person cos' I have no heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a heartless cos' &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I gave my heart to somebody else&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Love is a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19716578-114295446195815417?l=gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com/feeds/114295446195815417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19716578&amp;postID=114295446195815417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19716578/posts/default/114295446195815417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19716578/posts/default/114295446195815417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com/2006/03/heartless.html' title='Heartless'/><author><name>d'Heartless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986827673853699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/g/m/gmart-d-heartless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19716578.post-114173208206860885</id><published>2006-03-07T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T19:48:02.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Quotes</title><content type='html'>I just can't post anything or I'm just really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"busy"&lt;/span&gt; to post something meaningful. Actually, this post is for a friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"A coward is incapable of exhibiting love; it is the prerogative of the brave"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"A man falls in love through his eyes, a woman through her ears"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"A man has only one escape from his old self: to see a different self-in the mirror of some woman's eyes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"All, everything that I understand, I understand only because I love"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The wounds of love can only be healed by the one who made them"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"A heart is not judged by how much you love, but by how much you are loved by others"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hate the sin and love the sinner"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hatred paralyzes life; love releases it. Hatred confuses life; love harmonizes it. Hatred darkens life; love illuminates it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"He who has never experienced hurt, cannot experience true love"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"How come we don't always know when love begins, but we always know when it ends?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If I know what love is, it is because of you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If you love something let it go free. If it doesn't come back, you never had it. If it comes back, love it forever"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Love: A term which has no meaning if defined"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Love - a wildly misunderstood although highly desirable malfunction of the heart which weakens the brain, causes eyes to sparkle, cheeks to glow, blood pressure to rise and the lips to pucker"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Love has no uttermost, as the stars have no number and the sea no rest"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Love is a minefield. You take a step and get blown to pieces, put yourself back together again and stupidly take another step. I guess that's human nature. It hurts so much to be alone that we'd all rather blow up than be single."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Love is as unproblematic as a vehicle. The only problems are the drivers, the passengers and the road"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Love is as unproblematic as a vehicle. The only problems are the drivers, the passengers and the road"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Love is like π -- natural, irrational, and very important"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Love is loving what your lover loves"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Love not what you are, but what you may become"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Men always want to be a woman's first love. Women like to be a man's last romance"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Once a tear fell off my cheek and into the ocean, the day I find it will be the day I stop loving you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The heart has its reasons, of which reason knows nothing"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The more you judge, the less you love"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"There is nothing more painful than seeing someone you love loving someone else. But there is nothing more rewarding than seeing two people you love loving each other"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else's heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"To love, for us men, is to clasp one woman with our arms, feeling that she lives and breathes just as we do, suffers as we do, thinks with us, loves with us, and, above all, sins with us"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"We waste time looking for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect love"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Woman was created from the rib of man: Not from his head to be thought of only, nor from his hand to be owned, nor from his foot to be beneath, but from under his arm to be protected, from his side to be equal, and from his heart to be loved.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;---"Life is unfair."---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19716578-114173208206860885?l=gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com/feeds/114173208206860885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19716578&amp;postID=114173208206860885' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19716578/posts/default/114173208206860885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19716578/posts/default/114173208206860885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com/2006/03/love-quotes.html' title='Love Quotes'/><author><name>d'Heartless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986827673853699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/g/m/gmart-d-heartless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19716578.post-114113735014581916</id><published>2006-02-28T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T23:01:50.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JS Prom Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The prom night is laden with significance and anxiety to many students about being invited, finding a date, what to wear, how much to spend, how to find the money on the night of this pinnacle event. Disillusionment with these aspects of prom night has led some groups of students to hold alternative events called anti-proms. On the other hand, some high school students feel the prom is the most romantic night of their lives. They may go in a group that includes a person they have known for years; other times, students just try to find a date that they like. Many find it to be just as fun to attend with friends, not worrying about the dating aspect of the prom."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The JS Promenade is a night that should be remembered (for me). But what are the things that made the JS Prom so special and so unforgettable..? For me, it is the beauty/glamor of the girls with their gowns and of course, the dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls that I can't forget cos' of their beauty during that night ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agnes - your gown was simple (wasn't expecting that) yet you're still beautiful (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lagi naman eh.. kahit walang make-up. kahit hinde prom.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Jen - i love the color (red) and style of your gown and of course, you're also beautiful and sexy ^_^&lt;br /&gt;Rina - told you, you were beautiful but for me, no make up is more prettier&lt;br /&gt;Lisette - weeeeee &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ang ganda-ganda niya nung prom. sayang hinde mo nakuha ung cinderella thingy.&lt;/span&gt; hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Micah - simplicity but as usual sexy and beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Selah - i hate to admit but you're also  beautiful (only during that time) hahaha.. but sexy..? uhh.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;Kim - i love the color of your gown (sky blue) and you were like.. i dunno.. anyway, that's all. haha.. (of course, you're also beautiful and cute)&lt;br /&gt;Darise - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kakaiba mukha nito nung prom at may kamukha siyang artista nun.. ewan ko lng kung sino.. cute pa. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dances I can't forget ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisette - even though it wasn't that long..  i enjoyed it.. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;Rina - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ikaw 'ata ung may pinakamadaming &lt;/span&gt;times &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na naisayaw ko eh.. kahit makulit... masaya. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;TK - last dance&lt;br /&gt;Kim - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;masarap kausap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Selah - i was forced to dance with her.. so, i won't forget it.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;Micah - i dunno but until now i can't forget it.. i can't get it out of my head..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*all of the girls were beautiful and i can't also forget the other dances but the ones i mention were the best. \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Thank You"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19716578-114113735014581916?l=gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com/feeds/114113735014581916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19716578&amp;postID=114113735014581916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19716578/posts/default/114113735014581916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19716578/posts/default/114113735014581916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com/2006/02/js-prom-part-ii_28.html' title='JS Prom Part II'/><author><name>d'Heartless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986827673853699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/g/m/gmart-d-heartless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19716578.post-114104955597106102</id><published>2006-02-27T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T22:12:36.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JS Prom</title><content type='html'>Thanks to our crazy government, we have no classes today. However, I hope that this shit would end cos' a &lt;i&gt;Martial Law&lt;/i&gt; would be terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyway, about the JS Prom.. It was one of my ******* (hmmm.. is it..?) day or shall I say night , but it was &lt;b&gt;INCOMPLETE&lt;/b&gt;. The venue was full of beautiful girls (I wasn't expecting that) and the teachers were dress up like teens (some of them). The procession was okay, some seniors walked like models and the muses were beautiful. On the other hand, the escorts were also good-looking. The food was not that good but I still enjoyed it (the grilled thingy was delicious). The cotillion dance was fun to watch and that's all I can I say. Then my favorite, the dancing part. The dance floor was wild (that's the hip-hop music part, which I didn't enjoyed) but when the music turned to a sentimental love song, the loudness was minimized and that's the time the girls pulled their own partners. I enjoyed that part [thanks rina, micah, lisette(nominated cinderella), kim, selah, TK, MG, emma, thea, xean, gabby, nikki etc.] even though, i didn't feel well that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I hope the next JS prom would be more... hmm..  fun..? And I also hope that &lt;b&gt;EVERYBODY&lt;/b&gt; would be enjoying the night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;"My night is incomplete without YOU"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I'm truly very sorry&lt;i&gt; po.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19716578-114104955597106102?l=gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com/feeds/114104955597106102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19716578&amp;postID=114104955597106102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19716578/posts/default/114104955597106102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19716578/posts/default/114104955597106102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com/2006/02/js-prom.html' title='JS Prom'/><author><name>d'Heartless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986827673853699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/g/m/gmart-d-heartless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19716578.post-113888153872908508</id><published>2006-02-02T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T19:58:58.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams and Projects [late]</title><content type='html'>Lets talk about the recent periodic exam and projects. These things made me damn busy. That's why, I can't think of a new post. Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan. 18, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English&lt;br /&gt;- I didn't study at all 'cos I know that I can pass the exam. [passed] XD&lt;br /&gt;Math&lt;br /&gt;- The exam wasn't that hard. I took the exam seriously bec. I need to pass the exam to pass Math. [50-50]&lt;br /&gt;A.P.&lt;br /&gt;- I didn't take the exam seriously but the exam was not easy nor hard. [80-20]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan. 19, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics&lt;br /&gt;- I was expecting the exam to be a problem solving type (w/ multiple choice). So, I only studied some word problems and solutions, I didn't studied the important terms or concepts. But it turns out to be a "hard-full-of-concepts" test. [failed]&lt;br /&gt;Adv. Stat.&lt;br /&gt;- Honestly, the test was easy but it made confused and frustrated bec. of the wrong givens in some problems. Luckily, Mr. Estacio gave us a part 2 of the exam. [70-30]&lt;br /&gt;MAPEH&lt;br /&gt;- The test was a bit hard but I think it would be easy if I didn't concentrated that much on the other two subjects. [50-50]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan. 20, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;- I dunno... The test was also a bit hard. I only studied the Gas Laws (e.g. Boyle's Law, Charles' Law, etc..). Unfortunately, a few of them showed up in the test. But Mr. Diaz also gave us a part 2. [..?]&lt;br /&gt;Filipino&lt;br /&gt;- Another easy test. That's all.. [passed]&lt;br /&gt;Research&lt;br /&gt;- Nothing to study. Nothing to say. [..?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGLISH "LES MISERABLES"&lt;br /&gt;- YEAH! We got a grade of 99! Even though, I expected a lower grade, I'm just a soldier and our voices weren't that good as I expected. Our practices were worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEMISTRY "CREATE-YOUR-OWN-PROBLEM" about Gas Laws&lt;br /&gt;- Finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FILIPINO "Musical Play"&lt;br /&gt;- Another musical play which we didn't practiced much. We got a grade of 92..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAPEH "VIDEO-MAKING"&lt;br /&gt;- We're currently planning on it. Thanks to Maam Hermano, the deadline was moved to Monday. However, Im having a problem with the script and story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Goodbye exams. Hello projects"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19716578-113888153872908508?l=gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com/feeds/113888153872908508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19716578&amp;postID=113888153872908508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19716578/posts/default/113888153872908508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19716578/posts/default/113888153872908508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com/2006/02/exams-and-projects-late.html' title='Exams and Projects [late]'/><author><name>d'Heartless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986827673853699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/g/m/gmart-d-heartless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19716578.post-113845343661849083</id><published>2006-01-28T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T21:03:56.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maria Clara.</title><content type='html'>Sa panahon ng pananakop ng Espanya&lt;br /&gt;Madaming mestisang babaeng(?) masaya&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit isang babae ang tumatayo&lt;br /&gt;Isang Pinay na ang ganda ay malayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siya ay parang diyosa ng Pilipinas&lt;br /&gt;Sinabing pinakamaganda ng Pinas&lt;br /&gt;Ang kanyang mestisang balat ay parang ulap&lt;br /&gt;Napagkamalang galing alapaap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subalit ngayon ay may minamahal na&lt;br /&gt;Hindi sila maghihiwalay, sana(?)&lt;br /&gt;Isang tamabalan na nakakainggit&lt;br /&gt;Pati ako at siya ay naiinggit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung una ay nagmamahalan ng lubos&lt;br /&gt;Parang pagmamahalan na 'di nauubos&lt;br /&gt;Kahit bata pa lang, sila'y nararapat&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon ay magkasintahan silang tapat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nang tumagal mas tumindi ang pag-ibig&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit nagkaroon ng problema ang ibig&lt;br /&gt;Nagplano na sana magpakasal sila&lt;br /&gt;Subalit ang excomulgado ang sala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nawala ang buhay at ganda ng dilag&lt;br /&gt;Ang pag-ibig na matindi ay umilag&lt;br /&gt;Ang pag-iyak ang naging pagdamdam niya&lt;br /&gt;Nang tumagal ang damdamin 'di na kaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagkaroon ng isang sakit na lungkot(?)&lt;br /&gt;Kahit ang pag-ngiti ay hindi masuot&lt;br /&gt;Gamot man ay hindi mapigilan ang sakit&lt;br /&gt;Hinahanap ang ibig na kaakit-akit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nang lumaon may panibagong umiibig&lt;br /&gt;Kastilang ipinakilala ng amang bibig&lt;br /&gt;Pero ang sakit ay hindi nawawala&lt;br /&gt;Hinahanap ang ibig na nawawala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinag-aagawan ng mga Kastila&lt;br /&gt;Opisyal man o padreng nangungulila&lt;br /&gt;At sa wakas nawala ang mga sala&lt;br /&gt;Subalit ang pag-ibig ay winala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kawawang Maria Clara na maganda&lt;br /&gt;Naging madre kahit hindi ito handa&lt;br /&gt;Maria Clara, kagandahang iniinggit&lt;br /&gt;Diyosa man o anghel, siya'y galing langit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19716578-113845343661849083?l=gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com/feeds/113845343661849083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19716578&amp;postID=113845343661849083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19716578/posts/default/113845343661849083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19716578/posts/default/113845343661849083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com/2006/01/maria-clara.html' title='Maria Clara.'/><author><name>d'Heartless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986827673853699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/g/m/gmart-d-heartless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19716578.post-113715398359543851</id><published>2006-01-15T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T20:35:51.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts.</title><content type='html'>--&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Madaming nagsasabi na kapag &lt;/span&gt;New Year, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dapat magbagong buhay. Aba! Ang dami ngang nagbagong buhay &lt;/span&gt;(personality, or somethin' like that).&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; As far as I remember, I didn't encounter any New Year problems.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Oh! I did encounter one. Even though, it was somebody's problem.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Why do some people ask me the same question over and over..?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Always remeber, "Patience is a virtue".&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; "It is, after all, easier to make a beautiful dumb girl smart than to make an ugly smart girl beautiful." Yep, I agree with this saying. But in my situation, she is not only beautiful but also smart. So, no problem 'bout that.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; "Everything has its beauty, but not everyone sees it." Well, here's my answer to a girl who asked me if she was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; "Don't judge a book by its cover." For someone who judges a book (a person) by its cover (face).&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Malapit na ang periodical exam, wala pa rin ako sa mood.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Pero simula ngayon, mag-aaral na siguro ako.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Malapit na rin ang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;JS Prom, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'di pa rin ako handa.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Sana maging maayos at masaya ang &lt;/span&gt;Prom.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; "Love is a fallacy."&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; "Love is a false idea."&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; "A man falls in love through his eyes, a woman through her ears."&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; "If you love something let it go free. If it doesn't come back, you never had it. If it comes back, love it forever." To a friend.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Thinking of a goddess near eternal sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;--&gt; Currently reading an article about fallacies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sige lang... Sandal ka na at wag mong pipigilan. I-iyak mo lang ang lahat sa akin."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/19716578-113715398359543851?l=gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com/feeds/113715398359543851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19716578&amp;postID=113715398359543851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19716578/posts/default/113715398359543851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19716578/posts/default/113715398359543851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com/2006/01/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts.'/><author><name>d'Heartless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986827673853699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/g/m/gmart-d-heartless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19716578.post-113594235010840227</id><published>2005-12-30T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T19:35:45.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>M.O.V.E.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1782/1852/1600/Move_ae3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1782/1852/320/Move_ae3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;M.O.V.E., my fave Japanese band, I've just discovered it last week. The members are Yuri &lt;i&gt;(Masuda Yuuri&lt;/i&gt;, vocals, center), Motsu &lt;i&gt;(Segawa Mototaka&lt;/i&gt;, rap, left), and T-Kimura (&lt;i&gt;Kimura Takashi&lt;/i&gt;, producer, right). According to some internet sites, this is the most famous Alternative Electro Rock'n Roll group in Japan. Fave songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rage Your Dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blast My Desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Angel Eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blazin' Beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Noizy Tribe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Romancing Train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nobody Reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Burning Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dogfight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gamble Rumble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Around the World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Over Drive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Break In 2 the Night&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19716578-113594235010840227?l=gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com/feeds/113594235010840227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19716578&amp;postID=113594235010840227' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19716578/posts/default/113594235010840227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19716578/posts/default/113594235010840227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com/2005/12/move.html' title='M.O.V.E.'/><author><name>d'Heartless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986827673853699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/g/m/gmart-d-heartless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19716578.post-113593945898203366</id><published>2005-12-30T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T18:44:19.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>J-pop Artists</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Before the year ends, I would like to show you some of my fave things. This year, my fave music genre is J-pop or Japanese pop. Why? I dunno..? Even though, I'm not Japanese,  J-pop isn't that famous, and some of it are old. But I think, it's because of the games I play (e.g. Final Fantasy, Kingdom Hearts) and watching anime. Or.. Is it because I'm always listening to it in my computer (I've downloaded tons of it) Or.. Is it because of influence..? Anyway, here are some J-pop artists:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Utada Hikaru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She's the one who sang my one of my favorite song, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Simple and Clean"&lt;/span&gt; or&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Japanese version&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, "Hikari"&lt;/span&gt;. Actually, that's the only song I knew from her, but thanks to my two friends, who introduced to me more of Utada's songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Final Distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sakura Drops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Devil Inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Automatic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Passion &lt;/span&gt;(cool music video)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Megumi Hayashibara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She's not only a singer but also a voice actress (e.g. Neon Genesis Evangelion as Rei, Pokemon as Jessie, Shaman King as Anna, etc.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oversoul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trust You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Northern Lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Omokage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kirameku Kakera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuraki Mai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Secret of My Heart &lt;/span&gt;(another favorite song)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Growing of My Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Winter Bells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Koda Kumi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;All I know about her is that she sang two Final Fantasy X-2 songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Real Emotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1000 no Kotoba or 1000 words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Naomi Tamura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yuzurenai Negai or Unyielding Wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Embracing the Light and Shadow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; Did I forgot something..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/19716578-113593945898203366?l=gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com/feeds/113593945898203366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19716578&amp;postID=113593945898203366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19716578/posts/default/113593945898203366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19716578/posts/default/113593945898203366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com/2005/12/j-pop-artists.html' title='J-pop Artists'/><author><name>d'Heartless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986827673853699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/g/m/gmart-d-heartless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19716578.post-113573458409859146</id><published>2005-12-28T08:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T09:54:11.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last Sunday was one of my worst (exag.) Christmas. Why? For the first time, we didn't have a Christmas party in our building. Our Noche Buena was only composed of two boxes of Pizza from Pizza Hut, a bucket of fried chicken from KFC, and baked macaroni, which my mom cooked (baked..?). It was also soooo boring that time. That's why I played some PS2 games the whole morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are three things that made my Christmas happy. First, my friends / classmates / schoolmates who greeted me "Merry Christmas". Second, the gifts I received. Lastly, my cousins who visited us b'coz that's time where we played PS2 games the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the gifts I received:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Green Day's "American Idiot" Album from myself&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;The Calling's "Camino Palmero" Album from my dad&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Kingdom Hearts OST CD from my friend&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Final Fantasy VIII OST CD from my friend&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;an original NFS: Most Wanted PS2 game from my uncle&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Multitap for PS2 from my uncle&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;PS2 controller from my uncle&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;T-shirt from my aunt and uncle&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; That's all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19716578-113573458409859146?l=gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com/feeds/113573458409859146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19716578&amp;postID=113573458409859146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19716578/posts/default/113573458409859146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19716578/posts/default/113573458409859146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas.'/><author><name>d'Heartless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986827673853699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/g/m/gmart-d-heartless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19716578.post-113533721678267941</id><published>2005-12-23T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T19:31:21.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;After a week spending my vacation in our house, I've finally gone to the mall(s). Actually, WE (family) went to the mall(s). It was 3pm, when we went to the "Podium" (near SM megamall). The things we did there were:&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;ul style="text-align: justify;" type="disc"&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Instead of doing a normal parking, our driver and my dad decided to "use" (can't think of a term to use..?) a valet parking [cool~]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;My mom bought gifts for my brothers and cousins in Toy Kingdom. Then, she went solo shopping for her clothes or something.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;My dad went to a "Tower Records-like" shop (can't remember the name) to buy some DVDs/VCDs/CDs. I think he was there the whole time. He bought 2 DVDs and 4 music CDs, which includes The Calling's "Camino Palmero" album. [Yeah!]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was also in Toy Kingdom (PS2/Games Section/whatever they call it), looking for some good PS2 games. After 15 mins. of walking back and forth, I also went to the "Tower Records-like" shop and I bought Green Day's "American Idiot" album.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;As for my two brothers, they      were just tailing me.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;There were many foreigners at the Podium (British, Americans, etc.). It was also really cold in there. Anyway, after approx. two hrs., we left the Podium. The back of our "Mitsu-Adv." was really packed with different kinds of things we bought. But we're not yet finish with our shopping. We're still going to SM Megamall to buy some more and to eat. Here:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;ul style="text-align: justify;" type="disc"&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;My mom bought a set of      badminton racket for my two brothers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;I bought 4 PS2 games and a      book from Powerbooks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;My dad went to Ace Hardware      but didn't buy anything.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;My two brothers were again tailing      me.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;After shopping, we ate at Max. The chicken there was really tasty. I really love that restaurant but my fave restaurant is still TGIF. After eating our dinner there, we went to Bio Research (pet shop) to buy some dog and hamster food. Then, we went home. It was a long tiring day, even though it was not long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, here are the PS2 games I bought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;1. Dragon Quest VIII      (Square-Enix) Rating: 10/10&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;ol style="text-align: justify;" start="1" type="1"&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;ul style="text-align: justify;" type="disc"&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;great graphics / sound&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;good gameplay / characters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;buy this!&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;     2. Sims 2 (EA/Maxis) Rating: 8/10&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;ul style="text-align: justify;" type="disc"&gt;   &lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;many add-ons&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;easy controls&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;unsatisfying graphics&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;    3. Gran Turismo 4 (SCEA) Rating: 9/10 "&lt;span class="txt2"&gt; The best driving model on the PS2; huge variety of cars, courses, and race types; one of the best-looking ps2 games ever." But Need for Speed: Most Wanted is best than best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;ul style="text-align: justify;" type="disc"&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;700+ cars to choose &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;great graphics&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;terrible controls (..?)&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;    4. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (EA) Rating: 8/10&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;ul style="text-align: justify;" type="disc"&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;three-player cooperative play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;satisfying graphics (good)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;a short game (10+ levels)&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19716578-113533721678267941?l=gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com/feeds/113533721678267941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19716578&amp;postID=113533721678267941' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19716578/posts/default/113533721678267941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19716578/posts/default/113533721678267941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com/2005/12/out.html' title='Out.'/><author><name>d'Heartless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986827673853699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/g/m/gmart-d-heartless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19716578.post-113517148560966684</id><published>2005-12-21T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T13:21:32.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishlist..?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Most blogs I've seen have posts like this. So, why not..? [laughs] Even though some of it are impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things (must be ORIGINAL, hehe.):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;brand new digicam/videocam&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I-Pod (but my mom said that she would buy me one this Christmas) [Yeah!]&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Kingdom Hearts II PS2 CD/DVD game (if available anywhere but Japan)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Kingdom Hearts OST CD&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;any Final Fantasy OST CD&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;any Anime OST CD&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Laptop (my mom also said that she would buy me one but this summer)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;any PS2 CD/DVD game&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Greenday's "American Idiot" Album&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;The Calling's "Camino Palmero" Album&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;brand new house&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Lincoln Stretch (Limousine)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Lamborghini Gallardo&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Mercedes-Benz SLR McLaren&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;PS3 (if available)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;XBOX 360&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;32, 42, or 5o-inch plasma TV (good quality)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;brand new DVD player&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;NBA jersey of Tmac or Yao&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;any DVD movie&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;around-the-world trip&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Harry Potter 1-4 (Hardbound)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;brand new computer (w/ brand newmouse, keyboard, etc.)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;brand new cellphone (SE K750i or Nokia 6230i)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;new set of encyclopedia(s) (World Book)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;new polo (red, yellow, or blue)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;new leather shoes&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;new soccer shoes (Nike or Addidas)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;another tuxedo or whatever for the prom&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;new study table&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;any GBA SP games&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; Others:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;world peace&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;porno-free internet/world/mind [Yeah!]&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;maniac-free world [Yeah!]&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;crime-free world (that includes terrorism)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;no more people living in the streets&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;disease-free world&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;no more greed/selfishness among people&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;yes, a very worthy leader for our government&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;people realizing that "money doesn't matter" (am I right..?)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;a very clean environment&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;/ul&gt;Others (for me):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;a good grade for MATH&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;being the best in AP&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;more thoughts..? (so that I can write more poems and finish my novel)&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  w8. I'm gonna think for more..?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19716578-113517148560966684?l=gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com/feeds/113517148560966684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19716578&amp;postID=113517148560966684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19716578/posts/default/113517148560966684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19716578/posts/default/113517148560966684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com/2005/12/wishlist.html' title='Wishlist..?'/><author><name>d'Heartless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986827673853699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/g/m/gmart-d-heartless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19716578.post-113480561212382452</id><published>2005-12-17T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T15:46:52.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grades.</title><content type='html'>Here are my grades last period (2nd period):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filipino --&gt; 87 (1st period: 87)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I got a grade of 87 in this subject, b'coz I know I almost failed all my quizzes, even my PT (periodical test).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AP (World History) --&gt; 92 (1st period: 87)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!! I've finally defeated [you know..?]! (i think..?) Now, I'm doing my best to snatch the place for "Best in AP" in Einstein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAPEH (Music, Arts, Physical Education, Health) --&gt;84 (1st period: 86)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't pass some projects and perform some activities. So, Ive got a grade of 84. [laughs]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English --&gt; 90 (1st period: 92)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math --&gt; 81 (1st period: 87)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've failed my Math (passing grade is 85). I hate this subject, b'coz this is my weakness. I also hate the teacher, "Maybel", she's so ****. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Buti na lng 87 ako last peiod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Advanced Statistics --&gt; 87 (1st period: 88)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dapat bagsak rin ako dito &lt;/span&gt;(i think..?), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pero salamat kay &lt;/span&gt;Mr. Estacio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics --&gt; 89 (1st period: 89)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No comment. [laughs]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry --&gt; 90 (1st period: 86)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't what Mr. Diaz did to our grades. My grades suddenly went up. [laughs again]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Research --&gt; 90 (1st period: 88)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same as Chemistry. No idea on how I got this grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19716578-113480561212382452?l=gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com/feeds/113480561212382452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19716578&amp;postID=113480561212382452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19716578/posts/default/113480561212382452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19716578/posts/default/113480561212382452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com/2005/12/grades.html' title='Grades.'/><author><name>d'Heartless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986827673853699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/g/m/gmart-d-heartless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19716578.post-113448116013473438</id><published>2005-12-13T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T15:23:36.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ideal Girlfriend..?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Actually and honestly, I don't need an ideal girlfriend right now, b'coz I've found and got her.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It was November 2003, when I first saw her (not in QueSci but a friend of my friend), she was beautiful but I didn't pay much attention to her, b'coz I thought she's not the one for me. Then, on January 2004, my friend told me her name and he said that she was his former classmate from Grade 4 (i think?). I told him that the girl was beautiful but I've still got [sshh..]. So, when the 1st year of highschool ended, I've never recalled the girl again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;June 2004, I'm still sticking to [sshh..] and I still didn't recalled the girl. Until December 2004 (Sophies' Night) approached, there I realized that "the beauty of a girl is not in her face or body, but is in her personality". So, from that day on, I gave up [sshh..] b'coz her personality doesn't suit her face or I did hate her personality or we're not meant to be. Then, that same night (after Sophies' Night), I have a dream about the girl I saw last year. And because of that, I've finally remembered the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;January 2005, I've made up my mind, I want to be friends with this girl, if her face can prove her beauty, if her personality suits her outside beauty, if she's the one I'm looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;February 2005, we're getting close with each other. Then, it was Valentines Day... I don't know what to do... [boom!] A thought shot in my mind, it made me write a love letter and buy a [...], and it gave me the courage to give the letter and the [...] to HER. After a while, I was filled with joy (euphoric?). She accepted my gifts and even said thanks to me. I was expecting that our relationship as friends would change but I was wrong, our relationship didn't change even a bit. It made more happy, even though the letter contains some.. uhhh.. "you know..?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;As days go by, the two of us became more closer. Then, on August 2005 (not sure?), it turns out that she's the one for me. Unfortunately, she's not in Quesci. Who's she? [laughs]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"She's already taken, She's already taken me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19716578-113448116013473438?l=gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com/feeds/113448116013473438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19716578&amp;postID=113448116013473438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19716578/posts/default/113448116013473438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19716578/posts/default/113448116013473438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com/2005/12/ideal-girlfriend.html' title='Ideal Girlfriend..?'/><author><name>d'Heartless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986827673853699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/g/m/gmart-d-heartless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19716578.post-113421189343080150</id><published>2005-12-10T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T18:51:33.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Special Girl.</title><content type='html'>You're a gift from above,&lt;br /&gt; An angel sent to love,&lt;br /&gt; You're a virgin in my heart,&lt;br /&gt; The maiden of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There's no one better than you are&lt;br /&gt; For you own that kind of love&lt;br /&gt; Every man seek to have&lt;br /&gt; Care with everlasting love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You're the kind of girl&lt;br /&gt; I call, my Angel&lt;br /&gt; You're the only one&lt;br /&gt; Whom my heart would come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Every single night&lt;br /&gt; Is a dream of you&lt;br /&gt; Every day of my life&lt;br /&gt; Is dedicated to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This you in my life,&lt;br /&gt; You to be called my only love&lt;br /&gt; Thanks to God above&lt;br /&gt; For giving me, You to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- dedicated to "My Special Girl" [ehem..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting bored here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19716578-113421189343080150?l=gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com/feeds/113421189343080150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19716578&amp;postID=113421189343080150' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19716578/posts/default/113421189343080150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19716578/posts/default/113421189343080150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-special-girl.html' title='My Special Girl.'/><author><name>d'Heartless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986827673853699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/g/m/gmart-d-heartless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19716578.post-113421041757477243</id><published>2005-12-10T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T18:26:57.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fool for You.</title><content type='html'>I will always be someone&lt;br /&gt; To be with you when you need me&lt;br /&gt; Any day you want, anything from me&lt;br /&gt; I won't deny offering my life to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Demand... and it shall be granted,&lt;br /&gt; Command... and it shall be obeyed,&lt;br /&gt; Wish... and I'll make it come true&lt;br /&gt; For I will always be a fool for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'll turn the raindrop into tears&lt;br /&gt; For those who wanted to break us apart&lt;br /&gt; As I make every dream a reality&lt;br /&gt; For people who are fools like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I love you simply because of what you are&lt;br /&gt; I won't ask for anything else&lt;br /&gt; But to love me as I love you&lt;br /&gt; And let me be a fool for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- dedicated to my inspiration&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19716578-113421041757477243?l=gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com/feeds/113421041757477243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19716578&amp;postID=113421041757477243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19716578/posts/default/113421041757477243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19716578/posts/default/113421041757477243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com/2005/12/fool-for-you.html' title='A Fool for You.'/><author><name>d'Heartless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986827673853699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/g/m/gmart-d-heartless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19716578.post-113413375039181971</id><published>2005-12-10T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T21:15:42.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Song?</title><content type='html'>Don't Say You Love Me - M2M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got introduced to you by a friend&lt;br /&gt;You were cute and all that&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you set the trend&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you did, oh&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I know, we're down at the cinema&lt;br /&gt;We're sittin' there, you said you love me&lt;br /&gt;What's that about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're movin' too fast; I don't understand you&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready yet&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I can't pretend&lt;br /&gt;No, I can't&lt;br /&gt;The best I can do is tell you to talk to me&lt;br /&gt;It's possible, eventual&lt;br /&gt;Love will find a way&lt;br /&gt;(Love will find a way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Don't say you love me&lt;br /&gt;You don't even know me&lt;br /&gt;If you really want me&lt;br /&gt;Then give me some time&lt;br /&gt;Don't go there, baby&lt;br /&gt;Not before I'm ready&lt;br /&gt;Don't say your heart's in a hurry&lt;br /&gt;It's not like we're gonna get married&lt;br /&gt;Give me, give me some time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how I play, here's where you stand&lt;br /&gt;Here's what to prove&lt;br /&gt;To get any further than where it's been&lt;br /&gt;I'll make it clear; not gonna tell you twice&lt;br /&gt;Take it slow; you keep pushing me&lt;br /&gt;You're pushing me away&lt;br /&gt;(Pushing me away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh, oh, oh)&lt;br /&gt;Na, na, na-na, na, na na&lt;br /&gt;Na, na, na-na, na, na na&lt;br /&gt;(Oh, oh, oh)&lt;br /&gt;Na, na, na-na, na, na na&lt;br /&gt;Na, na, na-na, na, na na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say you love me&lt;br /&gt;You don't even know me, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Baby, don't say you love me)&lt;br /&gt;Don't say you love me&lt;br /&gt;You don't even know me&lt;br /&gt;(Hey, baby)&lt;br /&gt;If you really want me&lt;br /&gt;Then give me some time&lt;br /&gt;(Give me some time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat chorus until fade]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very nice song to me but a garbage to Drazen. [laughs] This song drives him crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19716578-113413375039181971?l=gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com/feeds/113413375039181971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19716578&amp;postID=113413375039181971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19716578/posts/default/113413375039181971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19716578/posts/default/113413375039181971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com/2005/12/nice-song_09.html' title='Nice Song?'/><author><name>d'Heartless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986827673853699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/g/m/gmart-d-heartless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19716578.post-113413082052711457</id><published>2005-12-10T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T18:44:57.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting.</title><content type='html'>I think, I've just wasted my time in school. I thought classes will resume b'coz last tuesday, wednesday, and yesterday, classes were canceled due to some events, like the "Carol Fest". But again there were no classes; except for Stat. and A.P. (World History); which totally made me bored. On the bright side, no Ms. Belisario, which means no math. During those times, I was just sitting in my chair, talking to Selah about "ehem.." and reading a funny but irritating book entitled "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bakit baliktad magbasa ng libro ang mga Pilipino?&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were dismissed or when we knew that we can go home, this stupid guard of Quesci won't let us out even though we're finished. But because of his stupidity he finally gave up for about 15 mins. of arguing. At the same time, we saw Kelvin looking annoyed (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;badtrip&lt;/span&gt;), which I didn't care much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm doing nothin'. I'm just waiting for someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19716578-113413082052711457?l=gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com/feeds/113413082052711457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19716578&amp;postID=113413082052711457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19716578/posts/default/113413082052711457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19716578/posts/default/113413082052711457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com/2005/12/waiting.html' title='Waiting.'/><author><name>d'Heartless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986827673853699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/g/m/gmart-d-heartless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19716578.post-113412524718246789</id><published>2005-12-09T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T18:47:41.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love: The Unexpected Feeling.</title><content type='html'>Love is unpredictable,&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't want to call&lt;br /&gt;But Love will surely fall&lt;br /&gt;To the heart of a able.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always knocks&lt;br /&gt;At the door of everyone's heart&lt;br /&gt;Whether you will open or not&lt;br /&gt;Love do always knock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love does not just knock once&lt;br /&gt;But Love do give a chance&lt;br /&gt;So that the heart may glance&lt;br /&gt;To the feeling of romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love comes in accident&lt;br /&gt;To broken heart, it will mend&lt;br /&gt;To everyone it will send&lt;br /&gt;The most colorful event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves comes at any time&lt;br /&gt;In every heart, it will climb,&lt;br /&gt;At the top will shine&lt;br /&gt;The Love which is yours and mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- dedicated to my inspiration&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19716578-113412524718246789?l=gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com/feeds/113412524718246789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19716578&amp;postID=113412524718246789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19716578/posts/default/113412524718246789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19716578/posts/default/113412524718246789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmart-d-heartless.blogspot.com/2005/12/love-unexpected-feeling.html' title='Love: The Unexpected Feeling.'/><author><name>d'Heartless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986827673853699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/g/m/gmart-d-heartless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
