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&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;BURY THE CASTLE, BURY THE CASTLE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't help it&lt;br /&gt;Girl can't help it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bow*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-1713829293528443523?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1713829293528443523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=1713829293528443523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/1713829293528443523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/1713829293528443523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2009/11/ba-da-ba-ba-da-ba-ba-da.html' title='Ba-da ba ba-da ba ba da'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-2706668894346775020</id><published>2009-10-02T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T00:53:44.246+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Late Night Thoughts'/><title type='text'>&gt;.&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="20"&gt;It's times like these when I wish I had a bad bad bad habit that I could turn to...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-8419960357646881575</id><published>2009-09-29T19:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T19:52:10.070+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrical Tendencies'/><title type='text'>Faint of Heart</title><content type='html'>I am loving this song... for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Velorium Camper I: Faint Of Hearts&lt;br /&gt;by Coheed and Cambria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the worries that I'd give her in they told the worst of me&lt;br /&gt;With my wanting just to hold your neck in my arms and feel me squeeze&lt;br /&gt;No I'm not going to give you what you want so if you please&lt;br /&gt;The sin that shapes your voice carries my ears this new disease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Did somebody take your tongue?&lt;br /&gt;In worries of the words that you couldn't say if they could've saved them from&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to sleep without so I bid to you goodnight&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, sleep tight, my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The anxious through the calming storm you'll sit as you pray for rain&lt;br /&gt;I'll touch it if you ask me to but how is up to you&lt;br /&gt;No I'm not going to let you get up if you struggle willingly&lt;br /&gt;I'll favor all your form to show you how its been done to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the words you say...you'll save&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were so well behaved&lt;br /&gt;As you arched and made your way&lt;br /&gt;This gift for you engraved&lt;br /&gt;The shift as you stretch your legs&lt;br /&gt;You were so well behaved&lt;br /&gt;You were so well&lt;br /&gt;Who taught these tricks that make...you were so well behaved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the world stops turning girl you better not stop when I say&lt;br /&gt;If there was nothing you could do to stop it why'd you try&lt;br /&gt;Then the ground starts parting through the silence as you woke up the dead&lt;br /&gt;Everything here dies alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not quite sure what you've been told&lt;br /&gt;On labor day, Uh, I'm not starting with you but the faint of heart&lt;br /&gt;While worries wait&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not quite sure what this unfolds&lt;br /&gt;On labor day, Uh, I'm not starting with you but the faint of heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(With all the words you say)&lt;br /&gt;Did somebody take your tongue?&lt;br /&gt;In worries of the words that you couldn't say if they could've saved them from&lt;br /&gt;(With all the words you say)&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to sleep without so I bid to you goodnight&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, sleep tight, my gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;courtesy of: http://www.plyrics.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-8419960357646881575?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8419960357646881575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=8419960357646881575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/8419960357646881575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/8419960357646881575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2009/09/faint-of-heart.html' title='Faint of Heart'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-2447737391837234596</id><published>2009-09-17T19:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T19:27:59.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meh.</title><content type='html'>I &lt;s&gt;want&lt;/s&gt; him but he don't want me, &lt;br /&gt;He wants somebody else that I can't be. &lt;br /&gt;And she's got a man that she wants to leave, &lt;br /&gt;'Cause he can't seem to make her happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=16&gt;Does it have to be wrong to make it feel right? &lt;br /&gt;Tell me why ain't nobody satisfied? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET. THE. FUCK. OUT. OF. MAH. HEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Fizza, why do we have to be so fucked?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was not raised to be stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I even thinking about this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have ACTG homework to finish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-2447737391837234596?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2447737391837234596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=2447737391837234596&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/2447737391837234596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/2447737391837234596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2009/09/meh.html' title='Meh.'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-8237428131624843530</id><published>2009-08-19T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T23:36:06.976+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>Don't Ask</title><content type='html'>Haii...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with the articles, explanation of evidence nlng&lt;br /&gt;or some crap like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't concentrate for some fucking reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk. nde nga nmn niya obligasyon yun, dba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enlightened but strangely lonely.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi talaga ganun 'yon. Ganun talaga yon. Labo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to normal. Back to normal. Back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayan na ang pader. Here comes the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chosen few. Chosen few. Chosen few. I chose none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20+ days without God. Konek? Wala. Wala naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That giant fucking wall. Stupid fucking wall of shit.&lt;br /&gt;Wala. Wala lang. Tanga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wag na sana matibag. Don't let it crumble. Don't. DON'T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi rin niya obligasyon yun. Hindi koh rin naman- Pero- Wala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that wall. That dumb fucking wall. Don't let it-&lt;br /&gt;Enlightened. Wag na lang talaga. Bakit ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delegation? Funny word. Inappropriate. I'll use it anyway. Do it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Category A. Category B. Category B, population: 0. Weh, EMO.&lt;br /&gt;Population: 2. Ayan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi naman kailangan yun. Keep it up. Keep smiling. Keep smiling, you dumb fuck.&lt;br /&gt;Kalimutan? Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye-opening stuff right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aanhin koh ba yun? Wait. Nde nmn un ung pnaguusapan, eh. LABO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acts of man nga naman. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enlightened. Hindi lahat para dun.&lt;br /&gt;Mabuti pa wala na lang. Para sure. Yuck, emo. May 2 nga dba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayy. Better. Much much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enlightened. Yes. Very.&lt;br /&gt;Lonely. Yes. But what the fuck. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to do homework. Goodluck. If you read this, don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, of course it doesn't make any sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poetic, though, huh? Not really? Meh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-8237428131624843530?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8237428131624843530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=8237428131624843530&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/8237428131624843530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/8237428131624843530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/dont-ask.html' title='Don&apos;t Ask'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-3362546344015450111</id><published>2009-08-17T23:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T00:10:10.858+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Your Fault'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>Don't Leave Home Without Karla</title><content type='html'>Nabbed from &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=124083686178"&gt;KAYE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll transfer this to FB later.&lt;br /&gt;http://thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan.cgi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put your name in, and generate slogan after each question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What do you say to yourself every morning?&lt;br /&gt;= Do You have the Karla inside. [No duh, I'm Karla]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What do you want other people say about you?&lt;br /&gt;= Leave the Karla to us. [HOLY CRAP! KIDNAAAPPPEEEERRRSSS]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Someone asked you out, your answer is...&lt;br /&gt;= Nothing acts faster than Karla. [I dunno what to make of this. O_o]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How would you answer a booty call?&lt;br /&gt;= I am Stuck on Karla, 'Cause Karla's Stuck on Me. [ADFSGAFSDFD]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How would you introduce yourself to someone you really like?&lt;br /&gt;= Come to Karla, and Let's Get It Done. [?!?!?! HAHAHAhAHAHAH]  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. To someone you dislike?&lt;br /&gt;= Karla is so Bracing [Aaight?!;p]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You're in a conversation and you suddenly feel the need to pee, how would you excuse yourself?&lt;br /&gt;= The Ultimate Karla Machine. [O_o Karla *Urinating* Machine??]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Your parents ask you why you got home late, you say...&lt;br /&gt;= Get Busy with the Karla. [Busy poh akoh, eh... with...uhhh... schoolwork. Yes.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You're failing a subject, you say...&lt;br /&gt;= You Can Be Sure of Karla. [Cgurado na daw babagsak]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The love of your life asks you to marry him/her, what do you say?&lt;br /&gt;- Try Karla, You'll Like It. [HAHAhAhahahAHHA]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Your bf/gf is breaking up with you, you tell him/her...&lt;br /&gt;- You Like Karla. Karla Likes You.[Ayeeee! Wag na kasi i-deny! hahahaha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Someone told you you're an asshole, you tell them...&lt;br /&gt;- Fill It To The Rim With Karla. [HOLY FUCKIN SHIIIITTT *no pun intended*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What are the best words to describe you?&lt;br /&gt;- Strong and Beautiful, Just Like Karla. [OhMaigawD *teehee*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If you're going to have a movie about your life, the title is...&lt;br /&gt;- Can't Do It In Real Life? Do It On Karla. [ ;P ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Your last words before you die...&lt;br /&gt;- Melts In Your Karla, Not In Your Hand. [aWh00t!! Famous Last Words, mehn!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Your message to a special someone..&lt;br /&gt;- What Can Karla Do For You? [PFT. Anu akoh? alipin? AS IF!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Title of this post will be...&lt;br /&gt;- Don't Leave Home Without Karla. [YUPZ. Clinically proven, YO!]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-3362546344015450111?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3362546344015450111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=3362546344015450111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/3362546344015450111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/3362546344015450111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/dont-leave-home-without-karla.html' title='Don&apos;t Leave Home Without Karla'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-8192829534541415043</id><published>2009-07-20T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T22:46:07.607+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schoolie: Reluctant'/><title type='text'>whOOt</title><content type='html'>I'm just posting to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it.&lt;br /&gt;I passed my ACTG101 prelim exam... in fuckin flying colours no less.&lt;br /&gt;Sorta.&lt;br /&gt;Got an 85.3% .... a SOLID 85.3%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU @#$%*@ MEAN IT'S NOT MUCH?!!&lt;br /&gt;IT SURPASSED MAH $#@%# EXPECTATIONS, YOU @$#$%@.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET KARLA HAS HER HAPPY. THIS IS PROLLY THE FIRST AND LAST TIME, ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;BAD DEBTS ARE BAAAAAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, CAPSLOCK SPAZZZZ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-8192829534541415043?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8192829534541415043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=8192829534541415043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/8192829534541415043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/8192829534541415043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/whoot.html' title='whOOt'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-378869505271402446</id><published>2009-06-26T00:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T14:37:05.182+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrical Tendencies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>For the Sake of Posting</title><content type='html'>I'm throwing away pictures&lt;br /&gt;That i never should have taken in the first place&lt;br /&gt;And it's cold in my apartment&lt;br /&gt;As i'm changing all the colors&lt;br /&gt;From the brightest reds to grays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's 3 o'clock on monday morning&lt;br /&gt;I'm just hoping you're not seeing his face&lt;br /&gt;I've been getting calls in these hotel rooms&lt;br /&gt;Long enough to know that it was him&lt;br /&gt;That took my place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i hope this makes you happy now&lt;br /&gt;That the flame we had is burning out&lt;br /&gt;And i hope you like your pictures facing down&lt;br /&gt;As even broken hearts may have their doubts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm burning all the letters&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that i might forget her and her bad taste&lt;br /&gt;That she left when she was leaving me&lt;br /&gt;A life of barely breathing as she walked&lt;br /&gt;Out of this place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you dropped the note and we changed key&lt;br /&gt;You changed yourself and i changed me&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't see us singing through this&lt;br /&gt;Then you screamed the bridge&lt;br /&gt;And i cried the verse&lt;br /&gt;And our chorus came out unrehearsed&lt;br /&gt;And you smiled the whole way through it&lt;br /&gt;I guess maybe that's what's worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i hope this makes you happy now&lt;br /&gt;That the flame we had is burning out&lt;br /&gt;And i hope you like your pictures facing down&lt;br /&gt;As even broken hearts may have their doubts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm taking all your memories off the shelf&lt;br /&gt;And i don't need you or anybody else&lt;br /&gt;So take a look at me&lt;br /&gt;See what you want to see&lt;br /&gt;When you get home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me home&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather die than be with you&lt;br /&gt;Take me home&lt;br /&gt;You have a problem with the truth&lt;br /&gt;Take me home&lt;br /&gt;Because this happens every time&lt;br /&gt;I knew it would...&lt;br /&gt;I knew it would...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me home&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather die than be with you&lt;br /&gt;Take me home&lt;br /&gt;You have a problem with the truth&lt;br /&gt;Take me home&lt;br /&gt;Because this happens every time&lt;br /&gt;And i knew it would...&lt;br /&gt;I knew it would...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i hope this makes you happy now&lt;br /&gt;That the flame we had is burning out&lt;br /&gt;And i hope you like your pictures facing down&lt;br /&gt;As even broken hearts may have their doubts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm taking all your memories off the shelf&lt;br /&gt;And i don't need you or anybody else&lt;br /&gt;So take a look at me&lt;br /&gt;See what you want to see&lt;br /&gt;When you get home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* Quite a stressful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACCOUNTING + BAD GRAMMAR + PERSONAL PROBLEMS + KARL MARX + &lt;u&gt;CONFU&lt;/u&gt; = &lt;FONT SIZE="10"&gt;ADFSFSAFABSOLUTEC&lt;br /&gt;HAOSADFDFD&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-378869505271402446?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/378869505271402446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=378869505271402446&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/378869505271402446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/378869505271402446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-sake-of-posting.html' title='For the Sake of Posting'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-7424286835982422979</id><published>2009-06-12T21:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T21:50:41.577+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Your Fault'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>Dun dun Dun...</title><content type='html'>I filched this from Fizza, who ganked it from Mia.&lt;br /&gt;No, as a matter of fact, I don't have anything better to do. Srsly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I guess I'll angst over it for a while. and then get over it. &lt;s&gt;VIDEO GAME THERAPY, YOH.&lt;/s&gt; I mean, what else can I do, right? &lt;s&gt; mah friends will take revenge 'coz it'll be less suspicious for the coppers, yes? &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What will you do if you do not share the same feelings as the person who likes you?&lt;br /&gt;... turn him down, obviously. In the nicest way possible, of course... coz I'm nice... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fizza, wipe that doubtful look off yer mug!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What's your take on same-sex relationships?&lt;br /&gt;In true Mia fashion, I'm pro-choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you confused as to what lies ahead of you?&lt;br /&gt;Uhh... I like pancakes. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's your ideal lover like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt; I want a rich, smart, hawt guy nd hav his bbys.&lt;/s&gt; Truthfully, I don't need 'nice, generous, loving, &amp; &lt;s&gt;sappy&lt;/s&gt; sweet'. I need someone who I can jive with. and someone who will give me my space. I'm not like most girls who wants to be texted &lt;s&gt; or IMed&lt;/s&gt; every minute of every day. I don't want a guy who will suffocate me with all the 'love'. &lt;s&gt;Fizza, we will really be single till the day we die.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone else?&lt;br /&gt;... i think being loved by someone else. 'coz you can do all the taking, right? it may sound selfish, but we all know it's the truth of the matter. I'm not entirely sure, though. *has no experience with this bullshit*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If the person you like does not accept you, would you continue to wait for them to change their feelings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;People have jobs to do&lt;/s&gt; No, seriously. I don't think I'd waste my time. Especially 'coz I'm not the type &lt;i&gt;na naghahabol&lt;/i&gt;. There's more to life than lovelife. I'll get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt; How did you know about Jhong and/or Robin? O.O&lt;/s&gt; Like Fizz said. What else is there to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What are you craving for right now?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing... i fail at lyf /wrists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What made you unhappy recently?&lt;br /&gt;tfwfvadfwragadfsdfasf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you blog a lot?&lt;br /&gt;I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What's the best feeling on earth?&lt;br /&gt;Winning. 'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Aside from God and family, who are the people you consider important?&lt;br /&gt;... well, there's me, that person in the mirror, Karla Patricia a. Veluz &lt;s&gt; I am not self-centred, I swear.&lt;/s&gt; Yeah, mah friends of course. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you think about the person who tagged you ?&lt;br /&gt;I filched dis. &lt;s&gt;LOLZ, Fizza, we really are partners in crime&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you honestly think you act your age?&lt;br /&gt;... I  dunno. I think I skipped the whole 'stereotype-teenager' thing where it's all about relationships, and looks, and popularity and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If the person you secretly like cannot recognize you, what would you do/how would you react?&lt;br /&gt;... I like waffles too. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Would you give your all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;That's a resounding 'no'. I believe it's always good to save some for yourself. There's no point in giving your 'all'. 'coz whether we admit it or not, there'll always be a chance that it won't work out with that person. And where does that leave you, then? If you give everything, you might end up with nothing. &lt;s&gt;GAWD, THAT SENTENCE HAS TEH WORST GRAMMAR IN TEH WORLDZZ&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Who are your favourite famous couples?&lt;br /&gt;... I also like pizza.... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What type of friends do you like?&lt;br /&gt;I dunno. I don't exactly have a criteria that I carry around in mah pocket and then grade everyone I meet, y'know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Would you risk your friendship just for the sake of telling the one you secretly like that you like him/her?&lt;br /&gt;That's another resounding no. Why ruin a good thing, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-7424286835982422979?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7424286835982422979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=7424286835982422979&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/7424286835982422979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/7424286835982422979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/dun-dun-dun.html' title='Dun dun Dun...'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-7001832304185965503</id><published>2009-06-08T12:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T13:05:03.653+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Your Fault'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>Ano Sasabihin Mo...</title><content type='html'>Grabbed from &lt;a href="http://sodafuzz.multiply.com/journal/item/54/grabbed_from_glenn_benjamine_r._bering._XDD"&gt; Sherwin &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANO SASABIHIN MO KAPAG SINABI SAYO ITO NG IYONG:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;KAIBIGAN:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. Hoy! wag ka nga masyado mag ingay!&lt;br /&gt; - Maingay ka jan. Kaw nga, eh.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2. Bilihan mo nga ako ng pagkain sa cafeteria.&lt;br /&gt; - Sorry ka. Food square nlng meron.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3. Crush ko yung crush mo ngayon.&lt;br /&gt; - ... okei lng. Lahat naman may crush kay Robin Van Persie. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4. Ang boring mo kasama.&lt;br /&gt; - k. magcocomputer nlng akoh. bai.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;5.Pakopya naman ng assignment sa math &lt;br /&gt;- sure. para parehas tayong bumagsak. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;CRUSH&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. Ang cute mo naman.&lt;br /&gt;- hindi koh gagawin homework moh. asa ka pa.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2. Pautang naman.&lt;br /&gt;- I'm broke, damnit. Ur supposed to be a football superstar millionaire.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3. Crush ko yung bestfriend mo.&lt;br /&gt;- Fizza is not interested. and ur supposed to be married.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4. Pwede ba makuha yung cellphone # mo?&lt;br /&gt;- Sure, I'm not gonna text back, though. Too expensive.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENEMY&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. Mas maganda/gwapo ako sayo! &lt;br /&gt;- ang contact lens ay ginagamit pag malabo na ang mata. sinasabi koh lng.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2. Yuck! Ang baba ng grade mo sa math! &lt;br /&gt;- yeah, that 3.00 is really icky. sarcasm~&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;3. Ano? sabunutan/suntukan na lang?&lt;br /&gt;- that is SO below me. Face-off nlng sa Samurai Warriors.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4. Ang baduy mo manamit.&lt;br /&gt;- Right. if you want to go against decades-proven fail-safe casual wear (i.e. shirt and jeans) BE MAH GUEST.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;5. Kami na ng ex mo.&lt;br /&gt;- have fun with that non-existent person. =D&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;PARENTS&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. Hindi ka lalabas ng bahay.&lt;br /&gt;- mom, why are you stating the obvious?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2. Hindi ka na makikipagkita sa mga friends mo.&lt;br /&gt;- ... do i get a bigger allowance?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3. Hindi ka na papasok sa school.&lt;br /&gt;- It's because of swine flu, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4. Pupunta ka na dito sa America.&lt;br /&gt;- I'm going to live with dad now? I thought we were still working on that? o.o&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;5. Bakit may love letter ka sa bag?&lt;br /&gt;- ... I wrote it to mahself.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;TEACHER&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. Cleaner ka nang 1 month&lt;br /&gt;- di na uso yan, prof!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2. Hindi ka papasok hanggang wala ang parents mo &lt;br /&gt;- what is this, preschool?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3. Mag sa-summer ka. &lt;br /&gt;- ASA. Ibagsak moh muna akoh. At magdala ka ng ebidensya.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;4. Bagsak ka sa 2 subjects. &lt;br /&gt;- OBJECTION!!! That is baseless conjecture! Asan ang ebidensya moh?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;5. Ililipat kita ng section. &lt;br /&gt;- THAT'S BULLCRAP. Isang block nga lang kami, eh. San moh akoh ililipat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; I miss the days when these questions still applied to me. T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-7001832304185965503?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7001832304185965503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=7001832304185965503&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/7001832304185965503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/7001832304185965503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/ano-sasabihin-mo.html' title='Ano Sasabihin Mo...'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-8516757509212124572</id><published>2009-06-06T04:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T20:18:35.052+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angst'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Crazy Whim'/><title type='text'>What Hurts The Most...</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="20"&gt;NAPASO KOH SARILI KOH SA GLUE GUN. I MEAN PASO AS IN &lt;u&gt;PASO&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I'm  typing with only...eight fingers. and I'm clicking my mouse with my middle and ring fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally out of commission right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I blogging about this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="20"&gt;BECAUSE IT OBVIOUSLY FUCKING HURTS YOU FUCKIN' MORON. FUCKING SHIT.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I'm pain intolerant. Verily so.&lt;br /&gt;But, I swear I saw my life flash before mah eyes. Yeah, I'm a total sissy when I injure my hands... for some odd reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it was my foot I'd be totally okay, I think. O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really fucking hurts. Really.&lt;br /&gt;Imma go be a total emo-priss over it nao. kbai~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-8516757509212124572?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8516757509212124572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=8516757509212124572&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/8516757509212124572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/8516757509212124572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-hurts-most.html' title='What Hurts The Most...'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-2740518204147404019</id><published>2009-05-30T06:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T09:58:00.739+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Your Fault'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>and Now For Something Completely Different...</title><content type='html'>This was posted on the bulletins. I thought it was funny, so I'll share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dear Mr. Bob Ong,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matagal ko na pong nililigawan itong chik na nakilala ko recently sa isang party. Nasisiraan na ako ng bait. Pag nakilala mo siya, tiyak matutunaw ang utak mo sa kakaisip sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hingi lang po ako ng advice. Paano ko po siya mapapaibig? Bibigyan ko ba siya ng tula ? Haharanahin ko ba siya? Roses? Kalachuchi? Chocnut at sampaguita?&lt;br /&gt;In lab na po ako. Ano po ang gagawin ko? Is she the one?&lt;br /&gt;Lubos na gumagalang,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;-MATT -&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- ANG REPLY -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dear MATT,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ka talaga sasagutin niyang nililigawan mo. Napaka-old school kasi ng mga tactics mo. Wala nang gumagawa ng ganyan. Sa panahon ngayon, lahat ng bagay, nagtaas na. Nagtaas na ang gasolina, nagtaas na ang presyo ng bigas at mga bilihin, nagtaas na ang pamasahe, at lalong nagtaas na rin ng standards ang mga babae. Hindi na uubra yang siopao at suman mo. Lalo na yung huli mong binigay, hopia at santan. Ano ba pare? Ano’ng era ka ba pinanganak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero don’t worry. It’s not too late. May pag-asa ka pa. Hindi pa naman siya kinakasal at di pa niya sinasagot yung crush niya na basketball player. Kahit lamang siya ng sampung paligo sa’yo, daanin mo sa utak at creativity. Dahil aminin na natin, iyon na LANG talaga ang pag-asa mo. Heto, bibigyan kita ng mga simple, tried and tested na mga regalo para di siya mapurga sa hopia at siomai. Sundin mo ‘to, tiyak na lalaglag ang bagang niya sa’yo. Mga medyo more than your usual regalong panligaw:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bili ka ng century tuna. Ilagay mo sa isang napakalaking box—yung sinlaki ng TV o kaya box ng desktop PC mo. Tapos balutan mo ng magarang pambalot. Kuntsabahin mo na yung teacher niya sa Calculus. Sa gitna ng klase, bigla kang kumatok sa classroom. Pero dapat, incognito ka. Magsuot ka ng LBC jacket, magshades, at magsuot ng surgical mask. Pagpasok mo sa classroom, iabot mo yung box sa teacher, at papirmahin mo ng acknowledgement receipt. Tapos pabuksan mo in front of everyone. Tignan mong mabuti ang reaction sa mukha niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later during the day, pag tinanong niya kung bakit Century Tuna ang binigay mo, iikot mo yung lata at ituro mo yung sign na “Omega 8.” Pag tinanong niya kung ano yung Omega 8, sabihin mo: “because you’re good for my heart.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Mangolekta ka ng isang dosenang hanger na libre mong nakukuha tuwing nagpapa-dry clean ka. Tapos, sa bawat hanger, isulat mo: “I miss hanging out with you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Instead of roses, kuha ka ng tissue paper sa banyo ng school mo. Gawin mong tissue paper roses. Gawa ka ng isang dosena. Pag-abot mo, sabihin mo, “Ganito kalinis ang pag-ibig ko sa’yo.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Bili ka ng tetra pack ng mantikang Minola. Tapos bilugan mo yung “with Omega 8.” Hindi na siya magtatanong kung bakit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Bigyan mo ng ice cream cone. Dapat cone lang at walang ice cream. Pag hinanap niya yung ice cream, sabihin mo, “natunaw na kakatitig sa’yo.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Bili ka ng sandosenang box ng crayola. Kolektahin mo lahat ng black. Lagay mo sa isang box ng crayola. Sa likod, isulat mo: “Walang kulay ang buhay kung wala ka.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Bigyan mo siya ng mumurahing bumbilya. Alam mo na siguro by this time kung ano ang isasagot pag tinanong niya kung bakit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Itext mo siya ng: “Hindi tayo tao, hindi tayo hayop, hindi tayo halaman. Bagay tayo. Bagay!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Bigyan mo siya ng calling card ng MMDA. Sa likod, isulat mo “para pag nagkabanggaan ang puso natin.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Padalhan mo ng Happy Meal pero huwag mong ibibigay yung libreng laruan. Paghinanap niya, sabihin mo: “Ako yung freebie, at ikaw yung meal na nagpapahappy sa’kin.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Sunugin ang kanyang bahay at padalhan ng hallmark card: "aanhin mo pa ang bahay mo, kung matagal ka nang nakatira sa puso ko"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Pagkatapos sunugin ang kanyang bahay, padalhan siya ng isang box ng posporo, Guitar brand. unahan ang kanyang galit at sabihin, "ayan ang posporo na ginamit ko sa pagsunog ng iyong bahay, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;match&lt;/span&gt; na tayo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Sa kalagitnaan ng isang malupit na bagyo, pasalubungan sya ng "salbabida", wag payong, o mainit na mami. Pag nagtanong bkt? ang isagot mo ay " ayaw kong malunod ka sa pag mamahal ko."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Pag pumayag na siyang makipagdate, dalhin mo siya sa canteen at huwag bibitawan ang kamay. Pag tinanong niya kung bakit, ituro mo yun sign na “don’t leave your valuables unattended”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handang tumulong lagi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;-Bob Ong-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...  but seriously, DON'T BURN HER HOUSE DOWN, K?... srsly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-2740518204147404019?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2740518204147404019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=2740518204147404019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/2740518204147404019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/2740518204147404019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-now-for-something-completely.html' title='and Now For Something Completely Different...'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-6228503756722805085</id><published>2009-05-26T04:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T17:49:47.139+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spirits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Late Night Thoughts'/><title type='text'>It makes her feel unsteady...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"tayo ba'y nabubuhay para lang mamatay?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's exactly 4:27 in the morning. I can't sleep, that line is stuck in my head. &lt;br /&gt;I decided to continue this quasi-soul-searching thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't know why I'm doing this. I am more introspective lately since &lt;i&gt;malapit nanaman magpasukan&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I figured that I owe it to myself that when I get back to school, I am somehow wiser than when I left. Kinda like to prove to myself that I DO learn stuff in my own terms.&lt;br /&gt;But I seriously doubt my own theory there. O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, let's get on to business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... let me start by saying that....&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is getting nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I guess it'll be smart to start with my relationship with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God for me is... God. &lt;br /&gt;Wow. I'm sorry, I just couldn't decribe that in any other way. Well, I guess God to me is pretty much who God is to everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;The One who created everything. The One who gives us life, The One who gets the gears into motion, etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;And at the same time, He is my wall, my sword and my pen.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"She said it makes her feel unsteady, without a god to blame..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My relationship with God (sorry for the redundancy, I just feel uncomfortable referring to God as 'Him'. Y'know, like I would a human male O.O)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my relationship with God, I believe is a healthy enough one. At least... it's as healthy as it could get at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I admit most of the time I just talk to God when I need or want something, but sometimes I still spare God my time of the day just to talk to Him. (see? It's weird.)&lt;br /&gt;I get angry with God, I get frustrated with Him (ugh. 'kay I'll stop complaining about it now). Sometimes I blame God for things I have no business blaming God for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet somehow.., I find myself still in one piece. I am neither smitten nor prematurely damned. (not that I would know for sure O.O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the point is, if God hasn't removed me from the face of the Earth yet, I must be doing &lt;u&gt;something&lt;/u&gt; right.... And then I remember the positive moments of my... moments with God.&lt;br /&gt;This next part sounds REALLY out of character for me, but it's true. You guys all know I'm paranoid about my health, right?&lt;br /&gt;I really am. I think every fever may be fatal for me and I freak out easily. That's why everytime I'm sick I thank God for waking me up, whenever I wake up.&lt;br /&gt;And then unfortunately, after I get better and shit, I go back to my routine of only asking things from God and getting frustrated with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; "How many times? How many times before you tire?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about this... somehow it freaks me out. I mean, have you ever wondered if/ when God will get tired of "being there for you"? 'Coz, if we're honest with ourselves, He has every right to be.&lt;br /&gt;It freaks me out when I think about when that day might come  for me.. if it would come at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've lost my train of thought on that subject. I'd like to hop onto another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; "And she thinks that I'm the one that makes it rain..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one of those people who'd like to think that "God is a scientist." I mean, technically, He's the one that sets all that science into motion, so it would be dumb to think that believing in science is being Atheistic.&lt;br /&gt;But that's just my opinion. So, yes, I believe in evolution (just not exactly Darwin's evolution).  And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my train of thought there too. &gt;.&lt; I need to start taking pills for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get back to that later I guess... Hmm... what else would I like to discuss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Afterlife.&lt;br /&gt;I try not to think about afterlife too much. i mean, I'm having such a hard time with THIS life as it is.&lt;br /&gt;One thing I don't get though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope no one gets mad at me, but this whole Spiritual Thing looks oddly &lt;u&gt;selfish&lt;/u&gt; when you add 'The After Life' into equation.&lt;br /&gt;What do you do? I do good. &lt;br /&gt;Why? So that I can share love and peace to my fellowmen. &lt;br /&gt;Why? So it would please God by doing His will&lt;br /&gt;Why do you need to please God by doing His will? ... so I wouldn't be damned for all eternity. So I could have eternal life in paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Everything still boils down to the word "I". In the end, it's still all about you, yourself, and... uhh... you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; "me me me me me me me"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But again, that just my opinion (which is arguably jaded by sleep-deprivation, boredom, and... sleeplessnesss O.O LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we got into that now, I guess it would be safe to dish out another point... our purpose in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"tayo ba'y nabubuhay para lang mamatay?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know most of us would like to believe we are here for a reason, but I also know that somewhere deep within us there is this voice thst tells us that we're going nowhere and that all of it is for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;To those who are more enlightened than I am, we are supposedly here to live out the purpose given to us by God. And, apparently, all of us here have a purpose. I would hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what about still-borns who never got a chance to do anything? They didn't even get a chance to be baptized. So, technically, are they out of God's greater scheme of things?&lt;br /&gt;But isn't God the one who kindles a woman to get pregnant? So He must've created that baby for a reason, but why kill him/her so fast? What about that baby's mission?&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid to type this... but does that mean, that God simply didn't want  that child to be part of His greater scheme of things?  I mean... if the child was unbaptised, then he/she cannot reside with God in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;So basically, he/she never got a chance... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"tayo ba'y nabubuhay para lang mamatay...?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-6228503756722805085?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6228503756722805085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=6228503756722805085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/6228503756722805085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/6228503756722805085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-makes-her-feel-unsteady.html' title='It makes her feel unsteady...'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-5253758566917050136</id><published>2009-05-25T21:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T22:40:01.933+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spirits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><title type='text'>Heretical Mementos Pt. 2</title><content type='html'>So... I really don't know what to write here, but I felt like I had to write something... I guess I'll just make it up as I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yahoo Messenger, 5/25/09, 1:10am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;kiNg iCiaN: namimisS ka na ni Lord...^^&lt;br /&gt;kiNg iCiaN: misS na misS pala...^^&lt;br /&gt;Kalii O.o: xP... &lt;br /&gt;Kalii O.o: saka koh na Siya haharapin...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was part of the conversation I had with Ian (wow, special mention ka, cub!) several hours ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno... but talking to religious people remind me that I haven't attended Holy Mass in... 3 years? (hindi kasama yung mga ipinilit sa akin school, rawr.) And I haven't talked to God in weeks. Although, the reason I'm not attending mass is completely different from why I'm not talking to The Big Guy at the moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right about now, the devout Christians are covering their mouths in horror and the non-believers are thinking 'and your point is...?' I'll get to that in a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First let me say that, contrary to popular belief: I do, in fact  believe in God. And yes, God is important to me. So why am I disconnected from God at the moment? ... &lt;b&gt; Yeah, like I'll tell YOU that.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will, however, tell you the reason why I don't attend Holy Mass. Simply put, I am 'Roman Catholic' by document but I am Anti-religion by heart. Anti-religious, not Atheist. It's &lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt; the same thing. Like I said, I believe in a God, but I simply cannot find myself believing nor conforming to a specific religion. I have my beliefs on Spiritual mumbo-jumbo and although, I allow them to be changed by the more enlightened individuals, I'd like to stick with what agrees with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want any religion to dictate what I should believe and do. I'd like to believe that 'the right thing to do' should be backed up by my judgement, experiences and even &lt;s&gt;ugh&lt;/s&gt; my emotions. It SHOULDN'T be dictated by any old book. Any old book which I might remind all of you, does NOT have a 100% precise translation and has been condensed and revised a lot of times already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to offend anyone, but some parts of 'The Scriptures' just come off as twisted to me rather than Holy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chapter 33 verse 50 of the Koran: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"O Prophet! Lo! We have made lawful unto thee thy wives unto whom thou hast paid their dowries, and those whom thy right hand possesseth of those whom Allah hath given thee as spoils of war, and the daughters of thine uncle on the father's side and the daughters of thine aunts on the father's side, and the daughters of thine uncles on the mother's side and the daughters of thine aunts on the mother's side who emigrated with thee, and a believing woman if she give herself unto the Prophet and the Prophet desire to ask her in marriage a privilege for thee only, not for the [rest of] believers."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;==+&lt;/b&gt; Therefore, the Prophet is given sexual access to first cousins and any believing woman whom he desires to wed. And he is allowed sexual relations to his captives of war... aka RAPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sura 4 (The Women), Verse 92. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;4.92: And it does not behoove a believer to kill a believer except by mistake, and whoever kills a believer by mistake, he should free a believing slave, and blood-money should be paid to his people unless they remit it as alms; but if he be from a tribe hostile to you and he is a believer, the freeing of a believing slave (suffices), and if he is from a tribe between whom and you there is a covenant, the blood-money should be paid to his people along with the freeing of a believing slave; but he who cannot find (a slave) should fast for two months successively:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;==+&lt;/b&gt;So to allah slaves are nothing but a commodity to be traded here and there. Allah sounds like a confederate slave holder. &lt;u&gt;- danielpipes.org&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Bile, Deuteronomy 22:23-24&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;23&lt;/sup&gt; If a man happens to meet in a town a virgin pledged to be married and he sleeps with her, &lt;sup&gt;24&lt;/sup&gt; you shall take both of them to the gate of that town and stone them to death—the girl because she was in a town and did not scream for help, and the man because he violated another man's wife. You must purge the evil from among you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;==+&lt;/b&gt; So technically, if a betrothed woman DOES NOT scream during rape, it is not considered rape and she should be put to death for her sins. Further discussion of this by &lt;a href="http://truthwalker.wordpress.com/2009/03/04/rape-1/"&gt; TruthWalker&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Bible, Genesis 9:6&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoso sheddeth man's blood, by man shall his blood be shed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;==+&lt;/b&gt; AKA Capital punishment or Death Penalty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why did I post those? Like I said, I didn't mean to offend. My goal is not to besmirch the name of 'Good Books'. My point is that these scriptures which people are supposed to abide in simply do NOT agree with me.&lt;br /&gt;I do not believe that rape, slavery, nor capital punishment is justifiable under nay circumstances and I'm sticking to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"The path to God is littered with religion."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Unlucky Sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; I still have more to say about this, but I'll continue it tomorrow because it's already too long. KBAi~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-5253758566917050136?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5253758566917050136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=5253758566917050136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/5253758566917050136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/5253758566917050136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/heretical-mementos-pt-2.html' title='Heretical Mementos Pt. 2'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-2033173750363421117</id><published>2009-05-24T19:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T19:19:15.222+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Your Fault'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>Bloggthiings</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" style='color:black; font-size: 8pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Bert&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thesesamestreetpersonalityquiz/bert.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extremely serious and a little eccentric, people find you lovable - even if you don't love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually feeling: Logical - you rarely let your emotions rule you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are famous for: Being smart, a total neat freak, and maybe just a little evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you live your life: With passion, even if your odd passions (like bottle caps and pigeons) are baffling to others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thesesamestreetpersonalityquiz/"&gt;The Sesame Street Personality Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHOO! Go mEh!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" style='color:black; font-size: 8pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Passed 8th Grade Science&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/couldyoupasseighthgradesciencequiz/passed.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, you got 7/8 correct!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/couldyoupasseighthgradesciencequiz/"&gt;Could You Pass 8th Grade Science?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Uhmmm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" style='color:black; font-size: 8pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are the Tree Pose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatyogaposeareyouquiz/tree.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a well grounded, down to earth person. Not much shakes you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can remain steady through a crisis - and other people lean on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have high standards and morals. You easily rise above pettiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While people sometimes accuse you of being stubborn, you are able to shift focus when you need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatyogaposeareyouquiz/"&gt;What Yoga Pose Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Whatever you say, Pal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" style='color:black; font-size: 8pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Log Ride&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcarnivalrideareyouquiz/logride.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer to live a fairly calm, relaxed life... with a few surprises thrown in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't tend to get yourself worked up easily. You can roll with what life throws at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In relationships, you are steady and solid. You maintain a pretty broad perspective on what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not to say you can't get swept away. You're emotions run as deep as anyone else's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life seems like it has been remarkably easy so far. But that's due to how you manage it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never stretch yourself too thinly, and you think out your decisions carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking the time to enjoy each day is important to you, and you don't let your emotions rule you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stay the course and do what's right... knowing it will all work out in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your best, you are tolerant and understanding of other people's quirks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take "go with the flow" to the extreme. Even if you don't like where you're going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you repress your feelings and end up being a little tightly wound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You definitely have some explosive emotions that occasionally come to the surface!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcarnivalrideareyouquiz/"&gt;What Carnival Ride Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-2033173750363421117?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2033173750363421117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=2033173750363421117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/2033173750363421117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/2033173750363421117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/bloggthiings.html' title='Bloggthiings'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-8833313637647148691</id><published>2009-05-20T05:29:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T06:39:22.408+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>Less is More</title><content type='html'>'Kay, so as USUAL, I have a new layout for my blog.&lt;br /&gt;This time I used a light house theme.&lt;br /&gt;and I decided to be minimalistic this time. So all black and white and small, simple fonts. So sorry for those people can't read small texts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also didn't give much thought to the image, thus, it is very plain. &lt;b&gt;LIVE WITH IT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;LIGHTHOUSE:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For they know your significance. They recognize the mesmerising enigma that is you. You are most beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet you are cursed... fated to be alone. Isolated.&lt;br /&gt;At the very end of a treacherous cliff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you wonder if it would be easier to collapse unto the sea.&lt;br /&gt;Collapse unto destruction... Disappear into meaninglessness. &lt;br /&gt;Oh, sweet relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a purpose that needs fulfilling. A mission...&lt;br /&gt;You are needed to guide those who are lost and those in peril.&lt;br /&gt;For they are so unlike you...they are not alone. And they need to get moving.&lt;br /&gt;To get somewhere.... somewhere they need to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you shine your empty light. Like so many times before.&lt;br /&gt;A bitter aftertaste in your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;As you look longingly into the powerful, destructive sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which for the longest time seemed so welcoming....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcoming into her crushing depths. But nay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must remain. Remain the mesmerising enigma that is you.&lt;br /&gt;And you must remain to stand on the very edge of a treacherous cliff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For it is what you need to do.&lt;br /&gt;and it will be your wretched mission...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the last flicker within your soul is lost...&lt;br /&gt;Unto the tenebrosity you have craved for since the very beginning...&lt;br /&gt;The darkness that will swallow you at last...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Freedom.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-8833313637647148691?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8833313637647148691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=8833313637647148691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/8833313637647148691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/8833313637647148691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/less-is-more.html' title='Less is More'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-5362235555868210783</id><published>2009-05-14T22:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T05:28:59.888+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not okay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><title type='text'>I am...</title><content type='html'>This... thing. It scares the &lt;font size="40"&gt;hell out of me.&lt;/font&gt; It scares me because I feel &lt;font size="40"&gt;&lt;u&gt;stupid.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt; And I &lt;u&gt;don't like&lt;/u&gt; feeling like a stupid person. I am &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; a stupid person. "Stupid" is pushing my &lt;u&gt;comfort zone&lt;/u&gt;. It... scares me. It scares me like &lt;font size="40"&gt;CRAP.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was... &lt;b&gt;spontaneous.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;It was abrupt.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first I liked the &lt;font size="30"&gt;straight-forwardness.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the aftershock was &lt;font size="40"&gt;&lt;b&gt;overwhelming.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now I'm just &lt;u&gt;confused&lt;/u&gt; and everything &lt;font size="20"&gt;is too fast.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I still in control? &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes... Yes, I am.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's was &lt;u&gt;abrupt and... &lt;b&gt;scary.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm &lt;font size="40"&gt;in control&lt;/font&gt;... &lt;u&gt;I am, I am, I am&lt;/u&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I am not &lt;u&gt;okay&lt;/u&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I am confused... and this... thing is scaring the SHIT out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="40"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;ARGHHHH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(( This was supposed to be fucking easy ))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-5362235555868210783?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5362235555868210783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=5362235555868210783&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/5362235555868210783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/5362235555868210783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am.html' title='I am...'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-7300193846472987878</id><published>2009-04-22T09:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T00:04:15.371+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Crazy Whim'/><title type='text'>Identity, Revamped</title><content type='html'>So, I changed stuff in my "Personal" page&lt;br /&gt;Here it is in a nutshell:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Let's do this, the slumbook way.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name:&lt;/b&gt;   Karla Veluz&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nickname:  &lt;/b&gt; Karla/ Kale or Kalii to my internet friends&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sex:&lt;/b&gt;   Female&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Age:&lt;/b&gt;   17&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Birthday:&lt;/b&gt;   April 24, 1992 and don't you forget it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zodiac Sign:&lt;/b&gt;   Taurus&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Location:&lt;/b&gt;   Asia&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Educational Status:&lt;/b&gt;   University Student&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Height:&lt;/b&gt;   tall enough&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Weight:&lt;/b&gt;   weighing scale=broken&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Likes:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥  Anime &amp; Manga &amp; Bishies &amp; Internet &amp; Graphics Making &amp; &lt;s&gt;Myself&lt;/s&gt; &amp; Video Games &amp; Being Lazy &amp; Books &amp; Talking/Arguing with Friends about Deep and Controversial Issues &amp; Books &amp; Balthier ♥&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dislikes:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠  Bitchy People in General &amp; Getting Sick in General &amp; Slimy Squishy Things &amp; Too Much Schoolwork &amp; Terrible Grammar/Spelling &amp; Code and Graphics Thieves &amp; Bad/No Internet Connection &amp; &lt;s&gt;You&lt;/s&gt; &amp; Anything Confusing &amp; Being Broke  ♠&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Describe yourself:&lt;/b&gt;   I am the psycho-girl under you bed... lurking... lurking...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah kidding.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;The 13 (relatively) bad sides of me you need to know about:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I recently discovered that I'm the kind of person who gets tired of &lt;u&gt;things AND PEOPLE&lt;/u&gt; easily. i only want something went I don't/ can't have it. It's harsh, but true.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(BTW, this does not apply to my dearest friends, for I do not and can never own them. I would never tire of them, of course.)&lt;br /&gt;* I'm afraid of commitment. What kind of girl is afraid of commitment?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    + At this rate, I'm never gonna settle down. o.o + &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I enjoy messing with people's minds and I am a smart ass. Sadistic, too.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I'm sarcastic, but you can't deliver that through the net.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I am &lt;b&gt;terribly&lt;/b&gt; paranoid about my health&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* People say I'm good at writing, but I don't like to write that much at all. -blog is proof-&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; being in the Philippines. One day, I'm going to make  a website or Book entitled: The Psycho Girl's Betrayal to the Filipino Race.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I play Neopets and Mobster at the same time. IDK, but I think I'm breaking some kind of rule here.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I AM NOT A GOOD GIRL... maybe just a little. More than a little.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* My life is totally out of track right now. I'm taking a &lt;u&gt;course&lt;/u&gt; I don't like; in a &lt;u&gt;University&lt;/u&gt; I don't like; with &lt;u&gt;people&lt;/u&gt;... who can never be as close to me as they/I would want. I'm sorry.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I hate stupid people. It's prideous, but that's how it is.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* God, Church, the Bible... they're all a blur to me right now. I just... don't know. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;s&gt;I don't drink (( no longer applies T.T ))&lt;/s&gt;. I don't smoke. I don't fuck. I don't do drugs. I could be straight edge if only I didn't hate that term. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-7300193846472987878?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7300193846472987878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=7300193846472987878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/7300193846472987878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/7300193846472987878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/identity-revamped.html' title='Identity, Revamped'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-392944413215197946</id><published>2009-04-15T00:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T01:56:26.141+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spirits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><title type='text'>Heretical Mementos</title><content type='html'>"Stop using my name in vain, goddamnit!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-GOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masama ba isipin na may sense of humor ang Diyos? Bakit naman? Ano masama dun? So masama ang sense of humor? Lahat ng taong may sense of humor pupuntang hell? Ganun ba yun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I conjured that up when I was trying to think up a witty message that I could GM (group message) to my friends and blockmates. At first I was supposed to just send the quotation. But then I thought about my spiritually devoted blockmates (one of which is a son of a Pastor). I knew they would disapprove of the message. It is after all blasphemous (to most people at least. Not to me.) So... my overly introspective mind summoned up the second paragraph. I know that most of my classmates would still disapprove. I don't care, though. That piece of the message was meant to get people to think &lt;s&gt;as well as to defend myself and my strange beliefs&lt;/s&gt;. If at least &lt;b&gt;one&lt;/b&gt; person thinks about it, then my mission is accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Most religions or rather, religious people &lt;s&gt;*ehem*Christians*ehem*&lt;/s&gt; have the power to puzzle and amuse me at the same time. And most of the time, it's not even about the rituals and traditions; although most of those are &lt;u&gt;really, REALLY strange.&lt;/u&gt; What clogs my brain is the constant and absolute confidence in those people that their description of "God" is 100% correct. That "God is good all the time" thing that has become the finishing line on every inspirational story out there. People think that "God is good all the time" and yet they also believe in the "Wrath of God". DON'T. Don't tell me they don't. if they didn't, the term "God-fearing" would never have been listed in the book of good traits. God is good, but he occasionally smites sinners (which could be any of us, BTW, since we're &lt;b&gt;ALL sinners.&lt;/b&gt;). Don't you just feel the constant and undying love&lt;3?... Another thing is the constant fighting with science because it 'contradicts' the Bible and stuff. IT'S SCIENCE PEOPLE! IT HAS PHYSICAL PROOF! And a wise professor once told me "God will never contradict himself." I'm just saying, there's no use denying it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I'd rather withhold my idea of how I view God's "moods" (wrath, love, wrath, love, dice, dice, dice). I'd rather believe that God actually did make the dinosaurs, he actually DESIGNED EVOLUTION so His creations would last longer (less maintenance, y'know). I don't know why there's anything wrong with believing in that. I mean, other than the fact that it contradicts the Bible; and that's fine with me, actually. Also, I believe God gave humans brains so they would find answers. So I absolutely despise the term "Ganyan talaga" and "Diyos na lang siguro makakaalam". If we have the time, the brains, we should try to figure things out. The more we figure things out the less questions there are. The less questions, the less spite between beliefs. Less spite, less war. Yes, &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;LESS WAR&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. So go on, say it. Say it. Tell me that God doesn't want us to find answers. C'mon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I guess all my opinions can never be stored in one blog post. So I guess I'll close here. I remember my block mate (the Pastor's son) saying that the stuff happening to the Earth right now is extremely comparable to the prophecy on the Book of Revelations. If that is true and the end truly is near after all, then I must be given the illest of Fates. To live and question the belief of Christians, of the Church; to have my own ideas on God, to be a confused and lost sheep at a time like this. When there &lt;u&gt;is no time...&lt;/u&gt; I tell you, the idea of such adversity scares me, but I believe it's no better to live on blind faith. Through distorted vision I may find my way after all, but if I am blind then I might end up foolishly clutching on false hope woven by the 'religious veterans'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-392944413215197946?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/392944413215197946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=392944413215197946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/392944413215197946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/392944413215197946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/heretical-mementos.html' title='Heretical Mementos'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-5673287669237695979</id><published>2009-01-25T23:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T00:16:51.188+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><title type='text'>A Kid Pretending to be a Childish Adult</title><content type='html'>Okay, this post is in NO WAY influenced by Rizza. Me and Rizza influencing each other? Pft. Have you read about her preferred boy-toy? I didn't know we were so... different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, anyways... so yeah, maybe this was brought about by one of Rizza (the dolphin annihilator)'s post. Here's a good question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How mature am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to think I'm pretty mature. A little while back I thought FOR SURE I'm more mature than most people my age- whether it's about money, humor, studies, sex, moralities, and some other shit. But lately, I've been a bit confused. Am I really mature? Or do I just think &lt;b&gt;differently?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, there's a big difference there. Maybe I'm not any higher than anyone else on the scale, rather, I'm just on a different platform. Not higher, just different. And to be honest... that kind of reality &lt;u&gt;bites.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I present my "My reality vs. the Truth" narrative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money. I'd like to think that I handle myself well when it comes to monetary issues. I mean, I'm pretty practical. I can be stingy, yes, but not just because my situation demands stingyness. &lt;s&gt;So yeah, we're poor.&lt;/s&gt; I think that my ability to close my fist so that the little coins don't fall is pretty mature. I mean, I know some people who don't appreciate the true value of money. They think money grows on trees. FYI, money is made of special cotton. Cotton is grass you imbeciles. &lt;s&gt;I think.&lt;/s&gt; anyways, that was beside the point. I think that spending money just because you can is immature. I mean, you people are likely to say "you're just 'matipid' cause you have to be. You'd be a spender too, if you had the choice." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, this isn't true. We weren't always this poor, we could provide for ourselves just fine back then; but I was just as good as saving money before as I am now. &lt;s&gt;(Someone please fix that last sentence. It lost some of it's kick 'coz of bad grammar. TY)&lt;/s&gt; Bottomline: I know the value of money. Not just the literal kind. The "my-dad-had-to-shed-tears-and-sweat-and-blood-for-this" kind of value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Truth" throws back at me: Materialism.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I found out that some people think that materialism is immature...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom suddenly told me to go to sleep. I just found out that it is 10 mins past midnight and I have school in the morning. I'll leave this a cliffhanger for now. Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-5673287669237695979?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5673287669237695979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=5673287669237695979&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/5673287669237695979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/5673287669237695979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/kid-pretending-to-be-childish-adult.html' title='A Kid Pretending to be a Childish Adult'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-7396539055979917219</id><published>2009-01-12T19:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T08:44:40.701+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Crazy Whim'/><title type='text'>Dream Guy Shit</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I was browsing through bulletins in Friendster and I stumbled upon this Dream Guy thingy... it's mostly shit, though... I was bored so I answered it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I read and re-read it I ask myself... what the hell is wrong with me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang [magiging] BF/GF mo b dpat ano?&lt;br /&gt;(be honest)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Dapat ba gwapo/maganda?&lt;br /&gt;* Yes, it sounds shallow, but that's how it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Matalino?&lt;br /&gt;* Yes. absolutely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Preferred Age?&lt;br /&gt;* 4,5 years older&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Preferred Height?&lt;br /&gt;* 5'8"... more or less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.How about sense of humor?&lt;br /&gt;* ...considering my version of 'humor' is not exactly normal... It's not a major requirememnt. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.How about piercings?&lt;br /&gt;* I guess. I don't want to be walking around with a huge hunk of metal, though. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Mushy or not?&lt;br /&gt;* EW. No. Sorry, I can't stand anything sappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Thin or Fat?&lt;br /&gt;* katawan ng swimmer =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. dimples?&lt;br /&gt;* i don't exactly care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Morena/o or Chinita/o or&lt;br /&gt;Mestisa/o?&lt;br /&gt;* ... whatever. Chinito = NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Long Hair or Short Hair?&lt;br /&gt;* Short. Neat. Clean. Preferably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Smells good?&lt;br /&gt;* YES. MAJOR BONUS POINTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Smoker?&lt;br /&gt;* Nope. I don't really care all that much, though. If he brushes obsessively and doesn't smoke around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.Drinker?&lt;br /&gt;* Social drinking, yes. Drunkard, HELL NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.boy/girl-next-door type?&lt;br /&gt;* The more unique the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.musically inclined?&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;s&gt;thinks about Jhong&lt;/s&gt; Yeah, sure... whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Plays Guitar?&lt;br /&gt;* don't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.Piano?&lt;br /&gt;* yeah... pero pwede rin hindi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.Sings very good?&lt;br /&gt;* ... don't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.vain?&lt;br /&gt;* Eeehh...no. Lalo na kung talo pa niya akoh sa kaartehan. Which doesn't take much, srsly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.With Glasses?&lt;br /&gt;* yeah, sure. Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. With Braces?&lt;br /&gt;* ...depends. If it impaires his speaking abilities, it's kind of a turn off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.Shy type?&lt;br /&gt;* why not?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. from what school?&lt;br /&gt;* University. Some prestigious, international shit. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.Active or Passive?&lt;br /&gt;* Passive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.Sporty?&lt;br /&gt;* No Basketball crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.Singer or dancer?&lt;br /&gt;* ...I don't really give a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.suplada/suplado?&lt;br /&gt;* pag sa iba lang naman, I don't really care. ha! that sounds SOOO bitchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.hiphop?&lt;br /&gt;* music preference? Sure. Style of clothing? NO. I don't like oversized pants. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.earrings?&lt;br /&gt;* Yeah, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.hard to get?&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;i&gt;hindi akoh yung klase na naghahabol&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.mr or ms count-my-ex-till-u-drop?&lt;br /&gt;* Uhhh... that's a resounding no. Buut, I wouldn't want to be his first girlfriend. it sounds weird, but I want at least one of us to know what he's doing. O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. bookworm?&lt;br /&gt;* By all means, YES. MAJOR BONUS POINTS. Especially if he'll lend me his books. &lt;s&gt;books are expensive, damnit&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. mr./ms love letter?&lt;br /&gt;* What did I say about sappy stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. may goatee?&lt;br /&gt;* ... I've considered it... why not, right? &lt;i&gt;Kung bagay naman sa kanya&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. flirt?&lt;br /&gt;* Flirt as in he flirts a lot with others or he just likes flirting with me? O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42.poem writer?&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;s&gt; SAPPEH &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43.serious?&lt;br /&gt;* Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. galante?&lt;br /&gt;* Yeah, I guess so. &lt;i&gt;Ayoko lang ng masyadong magastos.&lt;/i&gt; Especially if it's over nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45.campus crush?&lt;br /&gt;* Ehh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45.painter?&lt;br /&gt;* ... don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46.religious?&lt;br /&gt;* Pft. Magaaway lang kami. wag na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47.alaskador/a?&lt;br /&gt;* Sarcastic? YES. Mapanlait? NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48.computer games geek/internet&lt;br /&gt;freak?&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;i&gt;Kung kaya niya lagyan ng&lt;/i&gt; WiFi &lt;i&gt;yung&lt;/i&gt; cellphone &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kong bulok&lt;/span&gt;, then by all means YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49.speaks 20 languages?&lt;br /&gt;* Yeah, pero hindi major requirement. Bonus points lang. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Loyal o faithful?&lt;br /&gt;* Is there a difference? Both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs* eeehh... I was sleepy when I answered this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;EDIT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; I edited it 'coz I felt like it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-7396539055979917219?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7396539055979917219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=7396539055979917219&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/7396539055979917219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/7396539055979917219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/dream-guy-shit.html' title='Dream Guy Shit'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-4982625109102247748</id><published>2008-12-25T20:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T21:00:05.038+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bookie-Cookies'/><title type='text'>Bookie Cookie: Back to Back edition</title><content type='html'>What? It happens to be Christmas vacation... I have TIME to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookie 1: Shacked Up- Kate Cann (I think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I borrowed this book from Bernina (yihee, special mention!!) to read during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The storyline mainly revolves around this guy named Rich (which is very awkward BTW coz I have a blockmate named Rich) who has to share his apartment flat with a girl named... uhh... Bonny. Ha, See? I &lt;b&gt;do&lt;/b&gt; remember stuff *ish proud*. Anyway, the guy's a jackass and gets territorial of the flat that DOESN'T EVEN BELONG TO HIM IN THE FIRST PLACE. And...uhh... other stuff go along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I think the plotline is pretty shallow, but it IS &lt;u&gt;realistic&lt;/u&gt;. The romance came in extremely small hints... if it ever came at all. And though, I find myself hating a lot of characters like Portia- the stuck up biotch, and Tigger- the over-bearing mom, yes that is her real name. They made me think about a lot of stuff... psychological stuff........... but mostly how I'd hate them if they were real peoplezz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I noticed about this book is that I didn't know where the setting was. I guess this comes with not buying the first book. I'm pretty sure they're in London or somewhere in the UK 'coz they kept saying "bloody this" and "bloody that" and they use terms like "flat" and "lift".... but they use the term "mate" for friends... isn't that like... Aussie? Not sure, though. Being in the Philippines all my life, I have no clear idea of the modern linguistics of other countries. Srsly. It would've been nice if the author dropped a few hints, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookie 2: More Twisted by Jeff Deaver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this book I haven't even been halfway through and I'm absolutely in love with it. It's a mystery-suspense book, but not completely a novel. More like a collection of short stories. I like this book; it challenges my critical thinking and my deductive reasoning. "More Twisted" is right. The stories have a lot of twists and turns and a whole lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorites so far would be the one about Luke and the one about the schizophrenic mother. I recommend this to mystery and suspense fans as well as everyone who'd want to read something. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was short... I'll update when I read more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-4982625109102247748?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4982625109102247748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=4982625109102247748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/4982625109102247748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/4982625109102247748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/bookie-cookie-back-to-back-edition.html' title='Bookie Cookie: Back to Back edition'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-6309637378408383061</id><published>2008-12-07T12:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T02:18:56.133+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schoolie: Reluctant'/><title type='text'>What Do You Do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;u&gt;What do you do when you're surrounded by sentimental, mushy crap?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meant "crap" in the most &lt;strong&gt;affectionate&lt;/strong&gt; way possible.&lt;br /&gt;Okay so, issue is... most of the &lt;u&gt;people surrounding&lt;/u&gt; me now ( I'm a college STUDENT, go figure it out, genius.) are a bunch of hopeless romantics. The "love is the center of the universe", boy-hunting, "zOMG, all we need is love" kind &lt;s&gt;(and yes, I AM exaggerating)&lt;/s&gt;. I mean they say they miss each other after a &lt;font size="14"&gt;DAY&lt;/font&gt; of absence. What is up with that? I mean sure, you love each other, &lt;s&gt;and every other thing that breathes&lt;/s&gt; I don't judge. I guess, there's nothing really wrong with that. But it doesn't change the fact that I am just not used to that shit. When they say "aw, miss u" or " I'm so glad you're my friend" I just don't know what to say to that: &lt;i&gt;"Yeah. Uhh... ttly."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Srsly, name ONE time I told Jizza I loved her. Oh gawd, just typing it feels weird.&lt;br /&gt;I told Mia I was proud of her ONCE. That was when I thought she could use the positive reinforcement from me. It was a "now or never" moment. Bianxie... we're a lot more... showy, but not even half close when compared to my present peoplezz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say it's time for change... I'm not gonna tell anyone I missed them JUST after they went to the bathroom. Not anytime soon. Maybe not at all. Still...the affirmation feels kinda good... although it feels a lot more awkward than anything right now. I'm gonna give this thing a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt; What do you do when you're surrounded by liars? (or so you think)&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so there's this little... feud... in this little... place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The standard "Nagbago siya" issue which became a lot more &lt;u&gt;complicated&lt;/u&gt; as it went along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="14"&gt;NO, NO DETAILS FOR YOU!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna spill anything, geez. There are people who trust me. &lt;s&gt;May the God above have mercy on their souls.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically, stuff were said (will be said), stuff were done and where does that leave us? I'm not directly involved but I am involved still. I think the root of this problem is the ever consistent-ubiquitous desire to impress people. I'm not just saying this, I have proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="14"&gt;NO, NO DETAILS FOR YOU!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Anyway, if "this person" wasn't trying &lt;b&gt;SO HARD&lt;/b&gt; to make his/her life so interesting, this wouldn't have happened. It's kinda reminiscent of highschool.... YOU KNOW WHO I'M TALKING ABOUT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; you do if there's a liar amidst? Normally, I love to embarrass liars. Pushing them to a corner until there's no other choice but to spill their guts out &lt;s&gt; I'm not a mind-rapist... you just think I am.&lt;/s&gt; Buuuuut, I think this time, I'd say veto the persecution bill. Ignore... stuff. Appear uninterested no matter how astounding his/her story is (if it were true). He/she will soon realize that he/she will be boring no matter what and will give up eventually... then the closure will come afterwards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Remind me again why I'm not taking a psychology course??&lt;/U&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-6309637378408383061?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6309637378408383061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=6309637378408383061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/6309637378408383061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/6309637378408383061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-do-you-do_07.html' title='What Do You Do?'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-8972404108455228036</id><published>2008-11-30T13:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T13:12:32.119+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><title type='text'>Potato, Potato</title><content type='html'>Ehhh.... I thought I just needed to say this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light won the "The Most Epic Eating Of Potato Chips" award on Anime Insider: Best of 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.O Yeah, I know it's weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In commemoration of Potato-Chips-Eating-Raito, I offer this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If GH stands for P as in Hiccough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If OUGH stands for O as in Dough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If PHTH stands for T as in Phthisis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If EIGH stands for A as in Neighbour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If TTE stands for T as in Gazette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If EAU stands for O as in Plateau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right way to spell POTATO shoud be GHOUGHPHTHEIGHTTEEAU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-8972404108455228036?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8972404108455228036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=8972404108455228036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/8972404108455228036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/8972404108455228036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/potato-potato.html' title='Potato, Potato'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-7152110207277754010</id><published>2008-11-30T12:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T12:33:39.468+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schoolie: Reluctant'/><title type='text'>Building Blocks of... House</title><content type='html'>Yupzz. So... I got dragged into this "Gawad Kalinga" thing. &lt;b&gt;CHARITEH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought it was all just painting. I mean, that's what they said. &lt;s&gt;LIARZZ, THE LOT OF YOU.&lt;/s&gt; Picture my shock when I found out I wasn't just going to PAINT a house, I was technically going to BUILD one too. I mean, not build, build. It was practically already built. BUT, we had to build the little side-garden thingy. (( Oh gawds, I don't know how to explain that. )) So... yeah. I had to do the brick-laying, brick carrying, cement laying, cement poking (don't ask), Cement... walling &lt;font size="32"&gt;O.O&lt;/font&gt;, paint mixing, paint&lt;b&gt;-ING&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, it was still kinda fun but, that doesn't meant it's not tiring. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm convinced that I need to pass my Biology subject... and my accountancy subject when it comes. &lt;u&gt;There's no way I'm gonna do construction for a living.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, because I got dragged into the House Build thing, I'm now part of the HRDPC. NUUUUUUU!! Teh politics! It burrrrnnnnzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, just kidding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-7152110207277754010?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7152110207277754010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=7152110207277754010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/7152110207277754010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/7152110207277754010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/building-blocks-of-house.html' title='Building Blocks of... House'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-62977620455814985</id><published>2008-11-26T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T21:16:59.508+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><title type='text'>THE Twilight Movie</title><content type='html'>Okay... sooo... me and my classmates watched the Twilight Movie today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really weird. And not because of the movie itself, but because of the audience.&lt;br /&gt;The first scene that Edward showed... you know? The one where he was just WALKING? All the girls started squealing and some guys started laughing because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a LOT of squealing in this movie. I'm not so innocent, though. I gave in to my &gt;&gt;inner&lt;&lt; girly-girl side and had a few squeals of my own. &lt;s&gt;TEH MOVIE HAS SUBLIMINAL MESSAGES I TELL YOU! SUBLIMINAL!!!!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends seem to like it. Wait, scratch that, they LOVED it. And not just because of the free popcorn. Everyone loves "Edward" now. SRSLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so... yeah... I had this minor crush on Rob for a while. ( what? He was CEDRIC DIGGORY ) But these people are claiming to be his WIFE. What is up with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the movie had a few rough edges, but still.... it was good enough to make me explore that young, mushy, teenage part of me. That's gotta count for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9/10 for sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-62977620455814985?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/62977620455814985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=62977620455814985&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/62977620455814985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/62977620455814985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight-movie.html' title='THE Twilight Movie'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-3341725176024891254</id><published>2008-11-09T19:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T19:23:59.065+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><title type='text'>New forum set *proudzz*</title><content type='html'>so... i created a new forum set today for the Anime Requiem forums...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Featuring Masamune Date~~&lt;br /&gt;Signature:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/4/26/1018464/arsigg2.jpg" alt="avatar"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avatar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/4/26/1018464/aravv2.jpg" alt="avatar"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the avatar is all messed up. There is really nothing I can do about it. I got the image from the Sengoku Basara manga. I suddenly decided that Masamune Date was cute again. Yupzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for Rizza, too. &lt;s&gt; Masamune fans UNITE!! &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... yeah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-3341725176024891254?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3341725176024891254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=3341725176024891254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/3341725176024891254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/3341725176024891254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-forum-set-proudzz.html' title='New forum set *proudzz*'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-2500355651541661954</id><published>2008-10-24T21:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T21:40:36.973+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><title type='text'>Twilight Spoof</title><content type='html'>Yeah... so... I was going through youtube and I cam across this really funny spoof they made of the Twilight Trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dompotjTeIA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dompotjTeIA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHO SHUT THAT?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGFLOLZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-2500355651541661954?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2500355651541661954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=2500355651541661954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/2500355651541661954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/2500355651541661954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/twilight-spoof.html' title='Twilight Spoof'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-8600917275777632751</id><published>2008-09-21T21:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T21:53:36.675+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bookie-Cookies'/><title type='text'>Deer don't Count</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;"You're in a jail with no bars. I worry for you." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just finished the book "Lover Awakened" by J.R. Ward. 'Twas PWNsome.&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I said the Black Dagger Brotherhood owns me? I stand by my word. They positively own my soul now. Especially Zsadist. Yes. That's what I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's just so... I guess "cool" wouldn't cut it, but for a lack of a better word. He's just so &lt;u&gt;cool&lt;/u&gt;. I like Bella's character too. Very realistic, just like Mary was in the prequel "Lover Eternal". I like realistic characters in fantasy novels... it &lt;s&gt;makes me feel all fuzzy in the inside&lt;/s&gt;impresses me. But there's just one thing about the story... &lt;b&gt;SPOILER ALERT&lt;/b&gt; &lt;s&gt;Wellsie died! It's not fair! Poor Tohrment! NUUU! T.T&lt;/s&gt; &lt;b&gt; // END SPOILER&lt;/b&gt; I didn't like that part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SO gonna buy the eighth book "Lover Avenged" when it comes out. I want to know what happened to Tohr. Poor, poor Tohr. T.T I also want to know what happened to Tehror. I mean, when the nice, innocent kid goes all "I am an Avenger." on you, you can't possibly resist wanting to find out how and how many times he's gonna screw up (( *cough* sasuke *cough* )).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do recommend this book to dark-fantasy-romance bookies, but to &lt;u&gt;MATURE&lt;/u&gt; readers only. Remember this book contains violence, sex, rape and torture. If you're not open-minded, don't open the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Stars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-8600917275777632751?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8600917275777632751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=8600917275777632751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/8600917275777632751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/8600917275777632751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/09/deer-dont-count.html' title='Deer don&apos;t Count'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-7914721742346793569</id><published>2008-09-13T19:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T20:17:55.758+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bookie-Cookies'/><title type='text'>Black Dagger</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;"Then, I'll love enough for the both of us."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. I've just finished reading the book "Lover Eternal" by J.R. Ward.&lt;br /&gt;The Black Dagger Brotherhood owns my soul, now. Honestly, it was really, really, REALLY good.&lt;br /&gt;Of course you have to be open-minded and mature to read it. I mean with the mentions of violence, sex, rape, and torture and all. I've only read one book from the Black Dagger Brotherhood collection and I can't wait to read the rest. I want to buy Zsadist's story next- "Lover Awakened". Zsadist intrigues me. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And their names are so cool: Wrath, Rhage, Zsadist, Phury, Tohrment, Vishous and even the soon-to-be addition (in my opinion) Tehror. When I get a dog, I am SO gonna name him one of those names. Srsly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liked the second book. Even if I didn't read the first one. I like Rhage's character as well as Mary's because it's more realistic than those of other books I've read (about vamps, of course). I also like the way the story has so many names and terms (like, 'The Fade', and 'The Lessening Society, etc.) but it's still pretty easy to catch on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I've read, I do recommend it to dark fantasy romance readers. It really is very good. Five Stars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-7914721742346793569?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7914721742346793569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=7914721742346793569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/7914721742346793569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/7914721742346793569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/09/black-dagger.html' title='Black Dagger'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-5280642275564098127</id><published>2008-09-07T15:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T15:48:47.739+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bookie-Cookies'/><title type='text'>Breaking Dawn</title><content type='html'>What do I look like? The Wizard of Oz? You need a brain? you need a heart? Go Ahead. Take Mine. Take everything I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished Breaking Dawn just a few minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;I must say... I was pretty disappointed. I mean... I dunno...&lt;br /&gt;I didn't like how everything turned out (or didn't turn out, for that matter).&lt;br /&gt;For one thing, I didn't like reading from Jacob's perspective all that much. It's just different when you know you're reading from a guy's POV. I couldn't get into the character like I would've wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah... I kinda lost interest when Jacob lost his feeling for Bella within the span of... 3 days and proceeded to give in to his pedophil-ish instincts... which is totally acceptable, BTW. YUP. &lt;s&gt;*sharchashm*&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah... and I didn't get why Meyers mentioned the sex so much. I mean, yeah, we get it. Part of married life and everything. I didn't get much sense out of it all. (( Not the way I did in AGGTV by McAllister. 'Coz in that book, I understood that "pillow talk is the best talk" and most of the important details were mentioned when Joy and Raphael were alone.... together.... alone. You get the idea )).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it's still pretty good. I think. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;3 stars!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-5280642275564098127?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5280642275564098127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=5280642275564098127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/5280642275564098127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/5280642275564098127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/09/breaking-dawn.html' title='Breaking Dawn'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-1949406954619657499</id><published>2008-08-02T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T13:06:41.120+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schoolie: Reluctant'/><title type='text'>TEH LIFE.</title><content type='html'>So...&lt;br /&gt;I got my new cellphone &lt;u&gt;today.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I got it today instead of monday... so don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nothing super special. it's just a regular phone I could use for texting.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is basically why I needed a cellphone, anyway. So, yeah. it's still a &lt;b&gt;win&lt;/b&gt; situation.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I still need to finish this "recount" thing for my English101 class.&lt;br /&gt;Nope. no inspiration, yet...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it'll come to me...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I hope.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-1949406954619657499?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1949406954619657499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=1949406954619657499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/1949406954619657499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/1949406954619657499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/08/teh-life.html' title='TEH LIFE.'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-5024670154143028991</id><published>2008-08-01T18:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T18:46:58.450+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><title type='text'>Death. Oh, the Death.</title><content type='html'>My mobile phone is broken.&lt;br /&gt;Just when I was starting to get attached to it.&lt;br /&gt;My mom said she'd buy me a new one... but I'd have to wait 'till monday.&lt;br /&gt;THE DEATH. Oh, the death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take this anymore...&lt;br /&gt;All my contacts were in my phone, too. I deleted all contacts saved in my sim card.&lt;br /&gt;OH THE DEATH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all... really...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-5024670154143028991?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5024670154143028991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=5024670154143028991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/5024670154143028991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/5024670154143028991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/08/death-oh-death.html' title='Death. Oh, the Death.'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-393967001254872756</id><published>2008-07-28T20:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T20:22:27.148+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><title type='text'>But Soft What Light Through Yonder Window Breaks</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="45"&gt;THE ONLY ONE WHO BLOWS YOUR MIND.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-393967001254872756?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/393967001254872756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=393967001254872756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/393967001254872756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/393967001254872756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/but-soft-what-light-through-yonder.html' title='But Soft What Light Through Yonder Window Breaks'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-2425788935129969365</id><published>2008-07-19T19:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T13:06:41.120+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schoolie: Reluctant'/><title type='text'>Nightmare.</title><content type='html'>Okay... So... most of the preliminary exams are over (just English101 and NSTP left).&lt;br /&gt;THAT nightmare is over... another one will soon start when we get the results.&lt;br /&gt;I am SO going to get grounded. &lt;s&gt;It's a figure of speech.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classmates always get so surprised when I finish early. Maybe someone should tell them that it's because I have &lt;b&gt;nothing to answer&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I'm no smarty-kid like they think. They can ask my classmates from highschool....... second year highschool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think they misunderstand my reasons for why I don't cheat.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;On second thought, I think they understand just fine. It's pretty simple really.&lt;br /&gt;1. I don't want to give anyone wrong answers.&lt;br /&gt;2. From experience. I don't want anyone to get the grade &lt;u&gt;I&lt;/u&gt; worked for. Even it is a low grade.&lt;br /&gt;3. If we get caught. I get in trouble, and there's no way I'm getting in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? simple? As simple as 1,2,7.... &lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;b&gt;SO&lt;/b&gt; gonna fail that math test.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-2425788935129969365?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2425788935129969365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=2425788935129969365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/2425788935129969365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/2425788935129969365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/nightmare.html' title='Nightmare.'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-5672952961281494306</id><published>2008-07-14T14:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T13:06:41.120+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schoolie: Reluctant'/><title type='text'>A Psycho River Never Runs Dry</title><content type='html'>Lawlz.&lt;br /&gt;So... New Layout!... again...&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it... I get easily bored with my layouts... &lt;s&gt;No matter how good they are.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, I'm pretty much in LURV with the color brown, now...&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I know it's the color of po0p, but who caresz?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I have my preliminary exams tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes... i have exams tomorrow and I'm wasting away my time here...&lt;br /&gt;Well, for your information I'm already done with the studying part. Thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, &lt;b&gt;most&lt;/b&gt; of the studying part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business Org. is just so..... urgh.&lt;br /&gt;I mean... we've been studying for 2 months. &lt;b&gt; 2 MONTHS!&lt;/b&gt; and already I have a 7 page reviewer... back to back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;It's official. College life is out to get me.&lt;br /&gt;Uhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all for now... I need to memorize stuff about people who made management today what it is and stuff... ACK.&lt;br /&gt;Byeiz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-5672952961281494306?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5672952961281494306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=5672952961281494306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/5672952961281494306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/5672952961281494306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/psycho-river-never-runs-dry.html' title='A Psycho River Never Runs Dry'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-8324403726621688527</id><published>2008-07-04T12:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T13:06:41.121+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Balthier'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schoolie: Reluctant'/><title type='text'>PiuPiuh~</title><content type='html'>Okay... so... I don't know why I'm posting. I guess I've nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;College life? Meh. It's okay. "As long as you don't die" - Rizza LUlz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... I made a few... uhh.. friends... maybe. I don't know. Are we friends?&lt;br /&gt;My classmates are really nice. &lt;s&gt;So far.&lt;/s&gt; Shhh. Don't tell them I said that.&lt;br /&gt;I like my professors, though. They're really... uhh... good at what they do. Yeah, sure let's go with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for the moment you've all been waiting for... TEH &lt;s&gt;BALTHIER&lt;/s&gt; FINAL FANTASY POST-PART... SOMETHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so Balthier is... uhh... already level 39. The others are level 37 and two of them (I think Penelo and Basch) are level 38. It's so f00ny. Balthier has, like, the highest defense in all of them. Even monsters from the Ozmone Plains and Mosphoran Highwaste inflict 0 damage. LOLZ.&lt;br /&gt;BHUJERBA! Anyways, the gate leading to the second part of Bhujerba opened ( I got the key). The monsters there are so hard to defeat... Like... Vaan and Ashe have to die... yes, that hard to defeat. I need to level up some more. Speaking of which, I have two more Espers to kill and... uhh.... own. No not that kind of own. Like.... own so I could summmon them later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the storyline is? Uhh...uhh... oh, yeah. I need to go to the Salikawood and do... stuff. No, I think I need to open the gates there or something. Yes. That's it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I guess that's all. Oh yeah. I think I'll be playing at Rizza's again. I want to show her a few cutscenes. LOLZ. All Balthier expressions of course...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-8324403726621688527?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8324403726621688527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=8324403726621688527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/8324403726621688527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/8324403726621688527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/piupiuh.html' title='PiuPiuh~'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-6838252517535471755</id><published>2008-06-26T22:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T22:17:49.416+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>Nothing, really</title><content type='html'>0.o OMg00sh. Natamaan ako dito, ah&lt;br /&gt;(taken at Quizilla)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;One must unlock one's closed windows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to play the fool.You space out a lot and don't have a high attention span. You are not a very good listener and prefer to listen to music than talk.You just want to blend in the background and don't really like attention. Outwardly, you act like a fool but you are way more bright than you pretend to be. Your person is like a closed window, reluctant to let anything or anyone in. But you gotta unlock that window and be more open towards others. The world will only go around if we accept others and be more friendly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-6838252517535471755?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6838252517535471755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=6838252517535471755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/6838252517535471755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/6838252517535471755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/nothing-really.html' title='Nothing, really'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-5746538217969903378</id><published>2008-06-13T13:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T14:00:30.447+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bookie-Cookies'/><title type='text'>Just the Three of Us</title><content type='html'>Mwahahahahaha! Here it is! My post on the Third Book "Eclipse" by Stephenie Meyers.&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost cried at that one part with Jacob Black. ALMOST. ((I never cry over literature....blah, blah you've heard this before)) The ending was so... complicated, it's what made it 'epic', I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I wonder... why does it always have to be like that? (Well, in Meyers' and MacAllister's books anyway) Why does it have to be so complicated? Complicated in a way wherein the leading female character has to fight through fate and destiny and all that jazz to be with the one she loves? I swear, I think these vampire-romance novelists take time to examine each others' notes. That would make sense, REALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going off to SM tomorrow in search for another book. Honestly, with the lengthy breaks I have during school days a book is a NECESSITY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-5746538217969903378?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5746538217969903378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=5746538217969903378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/5746538217969903378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/5746538217969903378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-three-of-us.html' title='Just the Three of Us'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-1025220025936017607</id><published>2008-06-11T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T23:44:36.799+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bookie-Cookies'/><title type='text'>Total Eclipse of the...</title><content type='html'>"I lie all the time."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, but you're such a bad liar that it doesn't really count. Nobody believes you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is. If it's too late for me . . . Well, I'll be damned - no pun intended - if I'll let them keep&lt;br /&gt;you out, too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward interrupted my fretting. "It doesn't have to be a big production. I don't need any&lt;br /&gt;fanfare. You won't have to tell anyone or make any changes. We'll go to Vegas - you can&lt;br /&gt;wear old jeans and we'll go to the chapel with the drive-through window. I just want it to be&lt;br /&gt;official - that you belong to me andno one else. "&lt;br /&gt;"It couldn't be any more official than it already is," I grumbled. But his description didn't&lt;br /&gt;sound that bad. Only Alice would be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;"We'll see about that." He smiled complacently. "I suppose you don't want your ring now?"&lt;br /&gt;I had to swallow before I could speak. "You suppose correctly."&lt;br /&gt;He laughed at my expression. "That's fine. I'll get it on your finger soon enough."&lt;br /&gt;I glared at him. "You talk like you already have one."&lt;br /&gt;"I do," he said, unashamed. "Ready to force upon you at the first sign of weakness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You didn't spend a lot of money, did you? Lie to me, if you did."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes I think you like me better as a wolf."&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes I do. It probably has something to do with the way youcan't talk. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes from Book 3 "Eclipse" by Stephenie Meyer. WILL blog properly later.. to sleepy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-1025220025936017607?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1025220025936017607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=1025220025936017607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/1025220025936017607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/1025220025936017607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/total-eclipse-of.html' title='Total Eclipse of the...'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-4989183218913985670</id><published>2008-06-10T00:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T01:12:04.910+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bookie-Cookies'/><title type='text'>At the Top of My Lungs- in My Arms, She Dies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Romeo wouldn't change his mind. That's why people still remembered his name, always twined with hers: Romeo and Juliet. That's why it was a good story. "Juliet gets dumped and ends up with Paris" would have never been a hit..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! I knew it! I knew I would be able to finish book 2 in just a few hours! Six to be exact...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. "New Moon" (by Stephenie Meyers) was a total cliffhanger... I need to get a hold of book 3 soon before I crumble to dust due to suspense, honestly. I almost cried at that one part... when Edward said he was leaving. It wasn't even &lt;b&gt;halfway&lt;/b&gt; through the storyline yet. At least it was "ALMOST cried". I don't cry over literature. I just don't. Nope. Not me. No.&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't enough Edward action in the book, but it was still good, nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't understand the Volturi part very well, either. I'll have to re-read that sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Bella is being unfair to Jacob. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The suspense IS ABSOLUTELY KILLING ME.&lt;br /&gt;I can't take this... I just can't. It's too much.  T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE LEND ME THE BOOK, I BEGZ YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  -------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely different note, school starts the day after tomorrow... or tomorrow actually, since it's already 12o'clock and all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T WANT TO GO TO SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-4989183218913985670?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4989183218913985670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=4989183218913985670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/4989183218913985670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/4989183218913985670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/romeo-and-juliet-vampire-version.html' title='At the Top of My Lungs- in My Arms, She Dies...'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-7546743744271183239</id><published>2008-06-08T23:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T23:34:45.053+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bookie-Cookies'/><title type='text'>And So The Lion Fell In Love With The Lamb</title><content type='html'>T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe this... I finished it... I just finished reading Twilight by Stephenie Meyers. It really is as good as everyone who recommended it to me says. But it all ended TOO SOON. DAMMZ YOU FAST READING SKILLZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I finished it in around.. 8 hours. I'll be reading the sequel tomorrow. If it goes as planned I'll be blogging about it tomorrow as well.. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyways, about the story... I ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT!&lt;br /&gt;I dunno. I guess it's something about Vampire-Romance that I'm so attracted to.&lt;br /&gt;It's always all just so interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I read Stephenie's New Moon, I think I'll go hunting for Katie MacAllisters other books. I'm particularly interested in her book "Even Vampires Get the Blues"&lt;br /&gt;If anyone knows a bout vampire-romance novel, please recommend... tagboard it to the right &gt;&gt;&gt; ((That IS right, right?)) lolz&lt;br /&gt;You can even volunteer to lend me the book as well =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, books are so expensive T.T and for what? A few hours read?&lt;br /&gt;Grrr. I'm stilll gonna save up fot that Katie MacAllister book, though... no doubt about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SO INSPIRED right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a funny list I found at Best-Reviews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Joy Randall's Top 5 Tips for Vampire Hunters:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Location, location, location. Remember, if you wouldn't be there, neither would a bloodsucker.&lt;br /&gt;2. Trust your eyes. You know the handsome, annoyingly arrogant, self-assured man in the shadows with long hair and a cleft in his chin? He's your vampire.&lt;br /&gt;3. No matter how tempting it might be, do not "accidentally" acquire a paper cut and suggest your vampire kiss your finger to make it better.&lt;br /&gt;4. From here on out, play it cool. Don't offer to accompany your prince of the night on the talk show circuit and whatever you do, don't offer him your heart.&lt;br /&gt;5. And most of all, remember--being a vampire is nothing to laugh about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-7546743744271183239?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7546743744271183239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=7546743744271183239&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/7546743744271183239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/7546743744271183239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-so-lion-fell-in-love-with-lamb.html' title='And So The Lion Fell In Love With The Lamb'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-3576962137250022503</id><published>2008-06-07T21:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T00:53:53.246+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Balthier'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bookie-Cookies'/><title type='text'>Honestly</title><content type='html'>Haha. I was at Rizza's today. Come to think of it I'm at Rizza's every other day.&lt;br /&gt;She played Sengoku Basara at the first part, but I ended up playing FFXII at the most part. I decided to give up on vanquishing the Gil Snapper altogether... I'll get it when I'm level.... 30 or something... Now I'm supposed to go off meeting the Viera peepz but I'm still leveling up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just ended up staring at Balthier... &lt;s&gt;more specifically, Balthier's... posterior...&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold font-color:red;"&gt;LOLz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is now level 25... except for Balthier who is level 27...&lt;br /&gt;Favoritism? &lt;strong&gt;NOWAI.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;3&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pIuCYDeLLo4/SEq8s7bzo7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/4kveUDBEt9k/s1600-h/BalthierExpression.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pIuCYDeLLo4/SEq8s7bzo7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/4kveUDBEt9k/s200/BalthierExpression.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209183399061988274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;3&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pIuCYDeLLo4/SEq85epNCNI/AAAAAAAAABA/wWzY-qjsKsM/s1600-h/th_icon8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pIuCYDeLLo4/SEq85epNCNI/AAAAAAAAABA/wWzY-qjsKsM/s200/th_icon8.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209183614671849682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards I had a very entertaining conversation with 2 people who I will hide with the name R and K. lolz the first one is so obvious&lt;br /&gt;K = STINKY CHEESE! I INSIST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; I FINALLY GOT IT! THE EVER SO FAMOUS YET SO RARE "TWILIGHT" by STEPHENIE MEYERS! I GOT IT! WHOO! THANK YOU KM + R! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-3576962137250022503?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3576962137250022503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=3576962137250022503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/3576962137250022503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/3576962137250022503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/honestly.html' title='Honestly'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pIuCYDeLLo4/SEq8s7bzo7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/4kveUDBEt9k/s72-c/BalthierExpression.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-8311733803066096445</id><published>2008-05-14T14:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T15:05:07.013+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Balthier'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><title type='text'>The Leading Man............. is teh shiznit....</title><content type='html'>I've been playing FFXII for 3 days now and I am &lt;b&gt;obsessed&lt;/b&gt; with Balthier *insert fangirl squeal here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(( Actually, he's kinda the reason I started playing ))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't say no to this face:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIuCYDeLLo4/SCqNw8QWaoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/roJe21I8m3M/s1600-h/___Balthier_The_Leading_Man____by_daeds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIuCYDeLLo4/SCqNw8QWaoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/roJe21I8m3M/s320/___Balthier_The_Leading_Man____by_daeds.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200124591700601474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'nuff said&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-8311733803066096445?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8311733803066096445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=8311733803066096445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/8311733803066096445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/8311733803066096445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/leading-man-is-teh-shiznit.html' title='The Leading Man............. is teh shiznit....'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIuCYDeLLo4/SCqNw8QWaoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/roJe21I8m3M/s72-c/___Balthier_The_Leading_Man____by_daeds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-5566908708937377588</id><published>2008-05-06T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T23:41:22.565+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bookie-Cookies'/><title type='text'>A Girl's Guide</title><content type='html'>During my vacation to Baguio, I happen to stumble upon a very interesting book.&lt;br /&gt;It's called "A Girl's Guide to Vampires" by Katie MacAllister (or something like that).&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, it involves vampires... and romance. But don't be turned off. It's 21st century romance... and vampires anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I finished  the whole thing in six hours. I dunno, maybe I'm just a fast reader like my uncle?&lt;br /&gt;I really, really &lt;s&gt;(really really really)&lt;/s&gt; liked it.&lt;br /&gt;Especially the leading female character name Joy.&lt;br /&gt;It has some mature themes but it's best dealt with with an ope-mind.&lt;br /&gt;Although I still wouldn't recommend it to the faint-hearted prudes.&lt;br /&gt;When I think about it long enough, I guess the storyline is a bit shallow &lt;s&gt;not really&lt;/s&gt; when compared to the bestsellers (Like The Da Vinci Code or Dr. Seuss &lt;b&gt;XD&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;But I still like it a lot, a whole lot.&lt;br /&gt;I recommend it everyone &lt;br /&gt;Well, everyone who has interest in vampires, has an open-mind, and can quickly get biting sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I recommend it to myself. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;JOKE.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~KTHX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-5566908708937377588?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5566908708937377588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=5566908708937377588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/5566908708937377588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/5566908708937377588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/girls-guide.html' title='A Girl&apos;s Guide'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-3841876554736072372</id><published>2008-05-06T20:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T20:22:30.699+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Back From the Mountains</title><content type='html'>I'm back from our vacation at Baguio&lt;br /&gt;It was fun (and cold) but it's nice to be back (even though it's not so cold)&lt;br /&gt;I see that with my almost 2 weeks absence people have forgotten my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;Sige... ganyanan na... magkalimutan na tayong lahat.&lt;br /&gt;I doesn't really matter, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Still a bit dissapointing, though&lt;br /&gt;I do, however, appreciate those who did greet me, and those wonderful, wonderful relatives who gave me cash.&lt;br /&gt;Yupz, no present for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Just cold hard cash. Just the way I like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-3841876554736072372?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3841876554736072372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=3841876554736072372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/3841876554736072372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/3841876554736072372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/back-from-mountains.html' title='Back From the Mountains'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-1841961524022071232</id><published>2008-04-22T00:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T01:35:36.328+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Be Gone by Earth Day ; Still Gone 'till My Birthday</title><content type='html'>Random quote for the day: “En amour comme à la guerre, tous les coups sont permis.”&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you guess what that means...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be setting off tomorrow (or actually, today 'coz it's already 1:00) for Baguio.&lt;br /&gt;I have to say I miss our house there (even if there is no internet/ computer). &lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so maybe I just like the &lt;u&gt;Animax&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we'll bring the PS2, then again, in the summer capital of the Philippines there's always something to do. And, oh yeah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE COLD! THE SUPER DUPER AMAZING COLD! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY, the summer heat is too much! &lt;b&gt;SO DO SOMETHING ECO-RESPONSIBLE ON EARTH DAY OR SO HELP ME I'LL--&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ehem* moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be staying there for two weeks, so that means I'll be there for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;And here's the better news: I have cash!&lt;br /&gt;My relatives are so nice to me. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll probably just find something &lt;i&gt;productive&lt;/i&gt; to do with the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;*ARCADE &lt;3*&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, &lt;b&gt;dear&lt;/b&gt; friends. All &lt;u&gt;gifts&lt;/u&gt; &lt;s&gt;(yes, it's a SUBTLE hint)&lt;/s&gt; can be given to me when I give back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((( Dear Lord, please don't let them notice that I was hinting that I'm expecting a present. )))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, did I mention about the:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AMAZING PWNSOME COLD?!!&lt;/b&gt; [[ I can't emphasize this enough: DO SOMETHING NICE ON EARTH DAY.]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess that's all. Off to the mountains!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I don't have classes during Friday at my first semester in DLSU-D. YESSSS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-1841961524022071232?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1841961524022071232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=1841961524022071232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/1841961524022071232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/1841961524022071232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/04/be-gone-by-earth-day-still-gone-till-my.html' title='Be Gone by Earth Day ; Still Gone &apos;till My Birthday'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-7025212302703858451</id><published>2008-04-19T20:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T21:21:55.672+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>Random Stuff: Oh the Shock!</title><content type='html'>So.... yeah... MeMe posts for now...&lt;br /&gt;Some of the tests were really shocking... I mean... really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 80% Tortured Genius&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouatorturedgeniusquiz/genius-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are smart. Brilliant in fact. And while it's a blessing, it's also a curse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your head is filled with everything - grand ideas, insufferable worries, and a good deal of angst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouatorturedgeniusquiz/"&gt;Are You a Tortured Genius?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even took a Sigmund Freud one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are the Super Ego&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouidegoorsuperegoquiz/superego.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While some people may think first and act later... you often don't act at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You rather be safe than sorry, and you take ethics pretty seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like everyone, you have some pretty crazy desires. But unlike everyone, you restrain yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have high standards for your own behavior. And you happily exceed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouidegoorsuperegoquiz/"&gt;Are You Id, Ego, or Superego?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this one when I clicked "Take a Random Quiz":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Dominant Thinking Style: Modifying&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourthinkingstylequiz/modifying.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super logical and rational, you consider every fact available to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't make rash decisions and are rarely moved by emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer what's known and proven - to the new and untested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to ground those around you and add stability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourthinkingstylequiz/"&gt;What's Your Thinking Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked this one... a lot...!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Chances of Being a Multimillionaire: 64%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/willyoubeamultimillionairequiz/mm-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a good chance of being a multimillionaire. Better than most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You simply have a natural knack for money and the personality for success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/willyoubeamultimillionairequiz/"&gt;Will You Be a Multimillionaire?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this one is VERY true (I hope it is):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Deadly Sins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howsinfulareyouquiz/hell.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greed: 100%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sloth: 80%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride: 20%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrath: 20%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envy: 0%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gluttony: 0%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lust: 0%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chance You'll Go to Hell: 31%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll die in a castle, surrounded by servants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsinfulareyouquiz/"&gt;How Sinful Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-7025212302703858451?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7025212302703858451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=7025212302703858451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/7025212302703858451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/7025212302703858451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/04/random-stuff-oh-shock.html' title='Random Stuff: Oh the Shock!'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-3958576071140980667</id><published>2008-04-14T18:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T18:25:39.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why? WHY?!</title><content type='html'>Vampire Knight is like.... a phenomenon now. It's not like it's a bad thing ( Go Matsuri-sensei!) but I could practically smell the n00bs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lyk, OMG! Zero is lyk so hAWt!!!1!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hatred... coursing... through... my.... veins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* But there's nothing I can do about it now, at least I can talk to more people about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-3958576071140980667?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3958576071140980667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=3958576071140980667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/3958576071140980667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/3958576071140980667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/04/why-why.html' title='Why? WHY?!'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-3076942094880360990</id><published>2008-04-12T00:37:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T22:52:24.068+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><title type='text'>Tsubasa, ke?</title><content type='html'>I've just finished 20 episodes of TRC (Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles). I can't find the remaining episodes on megavideo so I'm gonna have to download the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far so good. At first I was a bit turned off by the series. But that was when I watched the &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;english dubbed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; version on &lt;b&gt;Animax&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura's Voice = Annoying (in a way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah... after years of popularity, I'm only watching it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keh. At least I bothered right? Right?&lt;br /&gt;Also I found a new Manga I like.&lt;br /&gt;It's called Hatenkou Yuugi. It's a &lt;u&gt;pretty hard&lt;/u&gt; find. My source right now only composes of the first volume. &lt;b&gt;NOES!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love, love love it... especially the female lead:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: My name is Rahzel. Stop calling me things like "you", "stupid girl" and "puny mouse"!!!&lt;br /&gt;A: A name is simply the means by which an individual chooses to identify himself. There is no value to be had in the concept of a name.&lt;br /&gt;R: &lt;b&gt;I WON'T FALL FOR THAT!!!&lt;/b&gt; I won't fall for your seemingly smart lecture which completely misses the point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: I'm on the verge of death and you two lovebirds want to &lt;u&gt;flirt&lt;/u&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: Do you have a favourite animal?&lt;br /&gt;A: ...&lt;br /&gt;A: horses, I guess. They're good for travel and can fill up an empty stomach.&lt;br /&gt;R: STOMACH?&lt;br /&gt;R: Ummm... Alzheid-san, I don't think that's what the person asking the question meant.&lt;br /&gt;A:What are you talking about? All living things exist to be eaten (including humans). Natural Selection is the rule of the world.&lt;br /&gt;R: You are manly. You really are manly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* Rahzel, when will you learn *wipestears*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, old bonds are starting to be reformed... which is a nice thought. Nope. No more details on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess t'sall,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~KTHX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-3076942094880360990?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3076942094880360990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=3076942094880360990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/3076942094880360990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/3076942094880360990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/04/tsubasa-ke.html' title='Tsubasa, ke?'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-51646391386959126</id><published>2008-04-10T13:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T13:35:53.344+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><title type='text'>Oh, C'mon!</title><content type='html'>T.T nobody is tagging = nobody bothered to drop by&lt;br /&gt;Haiiizzz..... oh well, I guess that's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm in a dire need of a new video game. I'm practically shriveling up in boredom here. Any suggestions? Eh? Eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was short... I'll update this later, k?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-51646391386959126?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/51646391386959126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=51646391386959126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/51646391386959126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/51646391386959126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-cmon.html' title='Oh, C&apos;mon!'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-7505191638362969867</id><published>2008-04-09T20:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T20:26:10.487+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>New Layout Once Again</title><content type='html'>Haiizz..&lt;br /&gt;I never cease to amaze myself.&lt;br /&gt;New layout again! Who0t! As you can see I've returned to my original style of layout.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I mean, Image mapping is nice and all but...&lt;br /&gt;It's just not my style. Also if you've noticed, contents had a makeover, it's a bit different now, and I've deleted all the links because I'm not sure which ones are still active. If you want me to link you, leave a message on the tagboard or something.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I love this new layout. I'm quite proud of it actually.&lt;br /&gt;It's proof that I &lt;b&gt;do&lt;/b&gt; outdo myself every single time. Bragging aside, of course.&lt;br /&gt;This has got to be my favorite so far...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm thinking of blogging more often. Since there's nothing else to do might as well get off my lazy ass.&lt;br /&gt;Then again, there's nothing much to blog about anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... I guess that's all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~KTHX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-7505191638362969867?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7505191638362969867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=7505191638362969867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/7505191638362969867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/7505191638362969867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-layout-once-again.html' title='New Layout Once Again'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-5997215728500351418</id><published>2008-03-25T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T23:58:11.533+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bookie-Cookies'/><title type='text'>Idiotic Filipino</title><content type='html'>I'm about to finish Bob Ong's fifth book. It's called "stainless longganisa". Why it is called like so... ask him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say... his works have impressed me so far. At first I thought he was one of those cheesy essay writers who get their message through by overused satire&lt;br /&gt; (or humor, if you consider it like that...) First read- meh... I mean, it was okay. I guess it's not really the author's fault but I think he's a bit (just a teeny, weeny bit) overrated. Although once you read it through (I mean...like... in the span of two hours. REALLY. It's a short book.)you get to understand the real genius of the writer. Genius, I mean the genuine ideas- No, I don't think he has an IQ of 135. Overall he is a good writer... who should never run out of material. GO BO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. So maybe not 2 hours... maybe 4... 5 tops... with breaks in between..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-5997215728500351418?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5997215728500351418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=5997215728500351418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/5997215728500351418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/5997215728500351418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/03/idiotic-filipino.html' title='Idiotic Filipino'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-651191412042101297</id><published>2008-01-26T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T00:30:59.978+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><title type='text'>WAH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TODAY IS OFFICIALLY THE MOST EMBARRASSING DAY OF MY LIFE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note...&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna have our retreat on Monday so...&lt;br /&gt;BYE BYE BYE&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-651191412042101297?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/651191412042101297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=651191412042101297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/651191412042101297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/651191412042101297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/01/wah.html' title='WAH!'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-4910042716292215342</id><published>2008-01-06T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T23:58:45.139+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><title type='text'>Gone are the Days</title><content type='html'>Haiizz...&lt;br /&gt;Classes resume tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;Gah. It's not fair... it's too short-lived!&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why? Why?&lt;br /&gt;Ok. So I know 'why', but that's not the point.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want Christmas break to be over yet.&lt;br /&gt;It's really not fair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished Suikoden V!&lt;br /&gt;I did it yesterday... or today...&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was 4:00 am...&lt;br /&gt;NAKAKAINIS!&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't able to get all 108 characters...&lt;br /&gt;my soul will never rest now.&lt;br /&gt;But still...&lt;br /&gt;I got the ending where Lyon died so...&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's something to be happy about...&lt;br /&gt;Everyone loves a tragedy...&lt;br /&gt;I think...&lt;br /&gt;I guess t'sall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~KTHXBAI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-4910042716292215342?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4910042716292215342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=4910042716292215342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/4910042716292215342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/4910042716292215342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/01/gone-are-days.html' title='Gone are the Days'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-1340274688939088109</id><published>2008-01-01T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T17:35:19.448+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Ramblings Ultimatum</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted in ages...&lt;br /&gt;Probably because my blog has been down for quite some time....&lt;br /&gt;What? I was &lt;s&gt;lazy&lt;/s&gt; busy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... lots to catch up on...&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe not so much....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not-so-new Layout&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... so... why this layout again?&lt;br /&gt;Because I missed the blue, end of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hatred Ultimatum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SSSSSSSCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEECCCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I guess 2008 isn't going off to a good start for me. At least virtual-wise.&lt;br /&gt;I just found out that Gizel Godwin (Suikoden V) is going to die. I watched the cut scene in advance. (Haha, I'm such a cheater!). It's so frustrating. I mean... I don't like him to a point of fangirlism (haha, funny word) but I do have a certain attachment to his character. The I-have-a-massive-stick-so-far-up-my-a**-I-can't-walk-properly-and-whatever-happens-I'll-die-smiling-so-I-can-trouble-you-sanity-for-life type of guy has always been interesting to me. Yosh! You really should cry for him Lym! Damn Straight! I'm convinced it was him she was crying for him and nothing and noone can convince me otherwise. hmph. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Also, Vampire Knight is going to be an Anime soon. GRRRRRRRRRRRR!! Do you know how much this aggravates me?! I won't back Matsuri-sensei because, after all, I do read the scans for free (it's still legal!) and a person has got to make a living, too... but still... urgh... Making the manga into an anime will only trigger the birth of VKn00bs. yes, that is what they will be called from this day forth. And sometimes even none n00bs will be called n00bs by the real VKn00bs. URGH. Aggravation is coursing through my veins right now. I decide to make this statement. Make this statement so noone can ever call me a VKn00b. Make this statement before VK becomes subbed Anime:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I, Karla V., solemny swear this January 1st at 2:00 am, that I have read the Manga, Vampire Knight by Hino Matsuri, way before it was made Anime so you have no right to call me a bandwagon-jumper. In fact, I have read it so far back that I had to read the raw version of Chapter 5 (or is it 6...or 4?) because I couldn't wait. Because of this, I assure you, good people, that I do know the story, and I know it well. I don't just ogle at a panel where my favorite bishie is (or maybe sometimes... but I DO move on to the story). I don't just screech and fangirl at the sight of a cute guy and don't actually read the manga. I do take time to appreciate Matsuri-sensei's other works like WANTED and Marchen Prince so you can't say I like her works for nothing. I promise to never, EVER convert to be being a VKn00b. And I will do anything in my power to lessen VKn00bs (or at least convert them to non-n00bs). This, I promise to uphold... so help me Manga veterans.&lt;br /&gt;    ~Karla V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C.A.T. Finale&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep... you read right. I'm done with CAT (YOSH!)&lt;br /&gt;Now I just need them CAT people to fill up the respective papers...&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I figure thems forms out...&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure the others will fill me in with the right information.&lt;br /&gt;It's good to be done before January...&lt;br /&gt;No more troubles, ne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Holiday? What Holiday?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yepz, here we go again. Before you read the rest I will say this: I am NOT heretic. I repeat, I am &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; heretic. I do, in fact, believe in God. And I do, in fact love Him for all that He has given me. I'm just not so sure about Jesus Christ. What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At least I'm being honest. My faith may be different but at least I have integrity in it. Unlike &lt;strong&gt;SOME&lt;/strong&gt; people who recite empty prayers and do hypocrtic acts. Okay, maybe I do those too SOMETIMES. But surely not as often as those seemly follow the &lt;u&gt;proper&lt;/u&gt; faith.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Christmas was... bah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I haven't celebrated Christmas in, what?, 2 years? Don't go lecturing me about good will and faith and nativity (if that's what it's called). It's just that I don't feel the ever-so-famous 'Spirit of Christmas'. I guess I never really grew up to the culture ... or maybe it's the damn carolers' fault. Caroling was invented for charity. It was started so churches could raise funds for orphanages and such. Now it's just a type of 'formal' begging of children so they can have money to buy pellet guns. Urgh. And they're so curious as of why we don't entertain them (Take a hint, mof0s!) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Anyways, back to the culture. Well, yes... my whole family doesn't celebrate christmas the conventional way either. We don't eat 'Noche Buena' we don't go to 'Simbang Gabi' we don't even hang Christmas decors. (Honestly, I think our neighbors think we're Jewish or something). It's just not the way we were raised. A good solemn day of remembering things in life is Christmas enough, I guess. We never see the point of Noche Buena because the people would still be full from dinner. We don't do Simbang Gabi because, we don't go to mass at all (we inherited it from my grandfather, I think. My mom said he would go to mass to relieve some anger or anguish but after the mass he'd only be more furious or something. ) And we don't hang Christmas decors because... well, what's the point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; All I'm saying is, does it really matter if you folloow all the traditional ways of christmas? Is it bad to have your own way of clebrating the day? Is it bad to not celebrate the day at all? Even if one has such different traditions, isn't it more important that one has faith and integrity in the customs he follows; rather than those who do follow the traditionalways but have empty intentions?&lt;br /&gt;I'm just saying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, New Year isn't any different. We don't use fireworks. We let them neighbors use those bulks of accidents waiting to to happen. It's all noisy outside, but we're just here, playing computer, some sleeping. It's not like we don't celebrate New Year at all. I mean we had a more-than-average dinner. And I did wait it out until January 1. Feh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Still, no matter what changes there may be in the future, you won't catch me lighting those one way tickets to the emergency room they call fireworks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-1340274688939088109?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1340274688939088109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=1340274688939088109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/1340274688939088109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/1340274688939088109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/01/ramblings-ultimatum.html' title='Ramblings Ultimatum'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-9022515687510435303</id><published>2007-11-04T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T13:06:41.121+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schoolie: Reluctant'/><title type='text'>But I dun' wanna go to scoow...</title><content type='html'>wAh. Sembreak is almost over... I mean just a few more hours over.&lt;br /&gt;gAh. If you ask me it ws cut short... I know everyone's gonna have a hangover tomorrow for sure... or at least just the students. Wahahaha... hopefully there weren't any homeworks given out before the sembreak 'coz I didn't do any... save for the PE homework, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* I guess vacation was never really long enough for me even if I don't have anything to do. *sighs again* Anyways, I can't wait 'till Christmas vacation... then just a few more months until finally summer vacation! I've heard plenty of my batchmates &lt;s&gt;bitch&lt;/s&gt; talk about how they don't want the schoolyear to end...'coz they don't want to stop being HS stuents yet... I don't get it... all I want now is to end the schoolyear, get the diploma and settle for summer vacation. I guess I'm wierd that way... but you can't blame me for being unsentimental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I don't remember a time when I &lt;em&gt;have been &lt;/em&gt;sentimental... ever. If ever there was that time I can't recall it now... I guess it didn't get caught in my &lt;s&gt;short&lt;/s&gt; memory span. I mean... I remember times that are supposed to be extremely important to me... I hear people saying that their own experience of those are most memorable i.e graduation, YFC..uhh..thing, birthdays, and all that jazz. I must be crazy, but I don't find those things nostalgic at all. I guess that's why I never really cared for those "firsts" and "lasts" (i.e "last na HS night na'to") &gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;strong&gt;wahahaha, there goes your explanation, dear friends&lt;/strong&gt;. I guess that's also the reason I don't take delight in &lt;u&gt;photographs&lt;/u&gt;... I mean they're nice and everything but I don't see the &lt;b&gt;sentimental value &lt;/b&gt;other people see in them. I guess being or not being sentimental is totally conditional... and it does &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; mean I'm inhumane or something (really). It just mean that &lt;s&gt; I'm better that the rest of you =P &lt;/s&gt; I don't take moments and situations the way others do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-9022515687510435303?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9022515687510435303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=9022515687510435303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/9022515687510435303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/9022515687510435303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/11/but-i-dun-wanna-go-to-scoow.html' title='But I dun&apos; wanna go to scoow...'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-6772601594319778987</id><published>2007-11-04T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T00:08:11.703+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><title type='text'>No One Wants To Be Abandoned</title><content type='html'>Wah... I haven't posted in AGES...&lt;br /&gt;My poor, poor abandoned blog..&lt;br /&gt;Haizz...&lt;br /&gt;It makes me remember:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;: "Do I matter?"&lt;br /&gt;**: "Those who matter are not abandoned."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, yes.... good 'ol days w/ the good 'ol internet...&lt;br /&gt;I guess I kinda miss blogging after all...&lt;br /&gt;If only I weren't so lazy... IF ONLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hey... who could blame me... I have another thing to squeeze in to my time nowadays... playstation...2...&lt;br /&gt;What? Are you seriously asking me to abandon Nobii-baby? or Masam-kun? NOWAI!!! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess 'tis all for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Those who fall in love with thy self will have no rivals." &gt;&gt; randomness is the shizz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-6772601594319778987?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6772601594319778987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=6772601594319778987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/6772601594319778987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/6772601594319778987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/11/no-one-wants-to-be-abandoned.html' title='No One Wants To Be Abandoned'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-8679125790150559242</id><published>2007-09-02T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T20:00:52.873+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><title type='text'>New song addiction</title><content type='html'>I have a new song addiction...&lt;br /&gt;'Tis called Angels by Within Temptation...&lt;br /&gt; very addicting...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, just wanted to post for some odd reason..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~KTHX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-8679125790150559242?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8679125790150559242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=8679125790150559242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/8679125790150559242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/8679125790150559242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-song-addiction.html' title='New song addiction'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-7627936641771740372</id><published>2007-08-16T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T20:20:19.068+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><title type='text'>You Quip, I Quip Back</title><content type='html'>I was going through quotes about religion and I stumbled upon this skeptics' site.&lt;br /&gt;You should read what they're saying about religion. Psh, warfreaks.&lt;br /&gt;And if you analyze carefully, you'll realize that they're only targeting Christians.&lt;br /&gt;So maybe I'll play with their little quips a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say: A man without religion is like a fish without a bicycle.&lt;br /&gt;I say: *le gasp* No wonder my goldfish died so fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say: It is your god.  They're your rules.  You go to hell.&lt;br /&gt;I say: It's our God, it's our heaven, YOU disintegrate meaninglessly into nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say: It is best to read the weather forecast before praying for rain.&lt;br /&gt;I say: If we never prayed, weather forecasters would already be dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say: Most people would rather die than think; in fact, they do so.&lt;br /&gt;I say: Guess what? You can think all you want as often as you want, you'll die anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say: Religion can never reform mankind because religion is slavery.&lt;br /&gt;I say: I know, I'm totally SUFFERING right now. It's total torture. *sarcasm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say:   "Black holes would seem to suggest that God not only plays dice, but also sometimes throws them where they cannot be seen."   - Stephen Hawking, NATURE, 1975&lt;br /&gt;                       "God does not play dice with the universe."  - Albert Einstein&lt;br /&gt;I say: Atheists contradicting themselves... SWEEEET.... wh00t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say: The first revolt is against the supreme tyranny of theology, of the phantom of God. As long as we have a master in heaven, we will be slaves on earth.&lt;br /&gt;I say: Again with the slavery thing, REALLY. I'm sorry you got jailed for your reckless driving but why blame God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say: The quest for god is like a blind man in a dark room who is looking for a black cat that isn’t there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; If you are comfortable with a lie, you will never look for the truth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: You should know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say: Jesus Christ: Imaginary Playmate to Millions of Adults!&lt;br /&gt;I say: *pats back* don't worry, He loves you, you're just a sociopathic n00b is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at the very bottom of the page: &lt;br /&gt;"Enter supporting content here."&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;... PFFT. yeah, right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-7627936641771740372?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7627936641771740372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=7627936641771740372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/7627936641771740372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/7627936641771740372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-quip-i-quip-back.html' title='You Quip, I Quip Back'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-281001502719009677</id><published>2007-08-11T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T12:13:15.849+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><title type='text'>And so...</title><content type='html'>Haii... pumunta kami sa bahay nila Xtian today....&lt;br /&gt;By 'kami' I meant: Ako, Mury, Christine, Gelo and Lyndon...&lt;br /&gt;Naka 1.5+15min. movie kami...&lt;br /&gt;1-First Day High&lt;br /&gt;.5-Exorcist (ako may kasalanan kung bakit .5 lng)&lt;br /&gt;ang 15min.- some other movie&lt;br /&gt;So..yeah... afterwards punta kami rob...&lt;br /&gt;Nde na nkasama sa Muryelle kac...uhh.... stuff...&lt;br /&gt;Pati si Lyndon umuwi na rin....&lt;br /&gt;Pagdating namin sa Rob... ala lng...&lt;br /&gt;Ta's nakita namin si Hannah...&lt;br /&gt;Ta's pumunta sa taas...&lt;br /&gt;Ta's nakita sila Ms. Weng&lt;br /&gt;And then baba ulit...&lt;br /&gt;And then uwi... leaving Gelo behind kac sa Rob daw siya susunduin...&lt;br /&gt;So, typically, that's our little trip in a nutshell...&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.... anyways... had fun naman..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;yep, t'sall&lt;br /&gt;~KTHX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. OK lng yan Mury, ipagdadasal kita... ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-281001502719009677?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/281001502719009677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=281001502719009677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/281001502719009677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/281001502719009677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/08/and-so.html' title='And so...'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-8429076139540340083</id><published>2007-08-10T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T12:13:00.097+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>I did it... yeah!!!</title><content type='html'>Mwahahahahaha! nagawa koh rin! Image mapping na lalabas sa same page!!!&lt;br /&gt;I did it!&lt;br /&gt;I did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KyAhhhh, I'm so happy!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-8429076139540340083?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8429076139540340083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=8429076139540340083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/8429076139540340083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/8429076139540340083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-did-it.html' title='I did it... yeah!!!'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-8532686988621836059</id><published>2007-08-09T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T12:13:27.711+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>New Layout, Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... yup... got a new layout... again...&lt;br /&gt;Actually, dinaya koh lang yung layout...&lt;br /&gt;Nde kasi ako marunong nung imagemapping na, lalabas pah dun sa same page... hirap kaya nun&lt;br /&gt;;P&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, malamang hangang October na yung layout koh na 'to..&lt;br /&gt;Haiist... un lng....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Kaya niyo bang hulaan kung anong kanta galing yung mga lyrics dun sa table dito?&lt;br /&gt;Tatlo yun.. hehe... gudlak....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-8532686988621836059?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8532686988621836059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=8532686988621836059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/8532686988621836059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/8532686988621836059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/08/new-layout-again-so.html' title='New Layout, Again'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-3899568833892550697</id><published>2007-07-19T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T12:44:00.267+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>Laziness Is A Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I just finished posting in Rizza's blog...&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Rizza, it's your blog... I don't get the whole thing anyway... why bother when we're the only ones that can see? 0_o&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... Vampire Knight has yet to update in VNManga.com (I shall stay loyal!). So... yeah... I'm still stranded in CH28 &lt;s&gt;Boooo&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah... I also found a new song.. it's pretty good... it's by Enrique Iglesias.&lt;br /&gt;There's a Spanish (original) version called Dimelo but there's also the english version called 'Do You Know?'.&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to the lyrics I could say: "meh" (considering it's about love and stuff). But the melody is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dimelo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dimelo, dimelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dímelo, por que estas fuera de mi&lt;br /&gt;y al mismo tiempo estas muy dentro&lt;br /&gt;dimelo, dimelo, dimelo&lt;br /&gt;dímelo sin hablar y hazme sentir&lt;br /&gt;todo lo que yo no siento&lt;br /&gt;dimelo, dimelo, dimelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Después yo te veo y tu me miras&lt;br /&gt;vamos a comernos nuestra vida&lt;br /&gt;yo no voy a conformarme inventándote&lt;br /&gt;siempre ha sido así&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque ya no puedo despegarme de ti&lt;br /&gt;cuanto mas quiero escaparme mas me quedo&lt;br /&gt;mirándote a los ojos sin respirar&lt;br /&gt;y esperando solo gesto para empezar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dímelo, por que estas fuera de mi&lt;br /&gt;y al mismo tiempo estas muy dentro&lt;br /&gt;dimelo, dimelo, dimelo&lt;br /&gt;dímelo sin hablar y hazme sentir&lt;br /&gt;todo lo que yo no siento&lt;br /&gt;dimelo, dimelo, dimelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dimelo suave, dimelo fuerte,&lt;br /&gt;dimelo fuerte, dimelo suave,&lt;br /&gt;dímelo por fin de una vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta de ti, lo mucho que me gustas&lt;br /&gt;y que poco me perdono yo de mi,&lt;br /&gt;no tenemos nada que perder&lt;br /&gt;y tenemos demasiado que vivir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dímelo, si o no quiero o no quiero&lt;br /&gt;dímelo y después olvídate de todo&lt;br /&gt;dimelo,las buenas siempre son asi,&lt;br /&gt;y las malas que se alejen ya de mí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dímelo, por que estas fuera de mi&lt;br /&gt;y al mismo tiempo estas muy dentro&lt;br /&gt;dimelo, dimelo, dimelo&lt;br /&gt;dímelo sin hablar y hazme sentir todo&lt;br /&gt;lo que yo no siento&lt;br /&gt;dimelo, dimelo, dimelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dímelo, por que estas fuera de mi&lt;br /&gt;y al mismo tiempo estas muy dentro&lt;br /&gt;dimelo, dimelo, dimelo&lt;br /&gt;dímelo sin hablar y hazme sentir todo&lt;br /&gt;lo que yo no siento&lt;br /&gt;dimelo, dimelo, dimelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dímelo&lt;br /&gt;Dímelo&lt;br /&gt;Dímelo&lt;br /&gt;Dimelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dímelo, por que estas fuera de mi&lt;br /&gt;y al mismo tiempo estas muy dentro&lt;br /&gt;dimelo, dimelo, dimelo&lt;br /&gt;dímelo sin hablar y hazme sentir todo&lt;br /&gt;lo que yo no siento&lt;br /&gt;dimelo, dimelo, dimelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dímelo, por que estas fuera de mi&lt;br /&gt;y al mismo tiempo estas muy dentro&lt;br /&gt;dimelo, dimelo, dimelo&lt;br /&gt;dímelo sin hablar y hazme sentir todo&lt;br /&gt;lo que yo no siento&lt;br /&gt;dimelo, dimelo, dimelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; I'm too lazy to post the English version... meh, whatever...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**// Nalagpasan koh na pala ung anniversary ng blog koh.... haiist.... whatever...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-3899568833892550697?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3899568833892550697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=3899568833892550697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/3899568833892550697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/3899568833892550697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/laziness-is-gift-well.html' title='Laziness Is A Gift'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-4496202161330012895</id><published>2007-06-16T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T12:13:54.146+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>New Layout... Again</title><content type='html'>I have a new layout again! I guess it's kinda in commemoration of the first days of school...&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not as good as the blue one...&lt;br /&gt;But I got tired of it already...so... yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, the blue one will be up for grabs for those who want it, mail me...&lt;br /&gt;But I think I'll just post it on Blogskins... nAh... damn code/graphics theives...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I don't know where the original picture is from...&lt;br /&gt;If you know, please mail me...&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe if it's your original art and don't want it here...&lt;br /&gt;or if it is from a specific anime and you know which one, pls. mail me...&lt;br /&gt;I guess t'sall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~KTHXBAI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-4496202161330012895?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4496202161330012895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=4496202161330012895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/4496202161330012895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/4496202161330012895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-layout.html' title='New Layout... Again'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-5909109664301687538</id><published>2007-06-08T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T12:14:06.602+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Your Fault'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><title type='text'>Wierdness Part 2</title><content type='html'>I guess this is somewhat a second part to Mia's tag of "proof of wierdnesses" (FTW?)... not exactly.... Got it from naru-chan13's profile from FF.net and YES, I do have permission to put it on my blog ^^. So either put it on a post or maybe put it on your profile for a period of time... or... whatever...&lt;strong&gt;NO NEED TO TAG&lt;/strong&gt;, just copy and paste to your profile or post if you see something that fits you... &lt;strong&gt;((also add your own))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weird is good, strange is bad, and odd is when you don't know which to call someone. Weird is the same as different, which is the same as unique, than weird is good. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think furbies are evil mind controlling igits waiting to take over the world paste this in your profile/post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have ever run into a door, copy this into your profile/post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have ever run into a tree, copy this to your profile/post.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have ever tripped over your own feet, copy and paste this into your profile/post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have ever fallen up the stairs copy this into your profile/post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have ever pushed on a door that said pull or vise versa copy this into your profile/post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have ever felt the undenilable urge to slam your head into something, whether it is another person or not, copy this into your profile/post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you or your best friend is insane, copy this into your profile/post. (Kara Hitame)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninety-five percent of the kids out there are concerned with being popular and fitting in. If you're part of the five percent who aren't, copy this, put it in your profile/post., and add your name to the list. AnimeKittyCafe, Hyperactivley Bored, Gem W, Bara-Minamino, Yavie Aelinel, IwuvMyKenshyPoo, Heidiplease, iNsOmNiAc BiLlIe JoE lOvEr, Black Panther Warrior, Mina the Mischevious, SnowNeko, Pink Hi-Lighter, pointy star, Bruce n' Charlie, naru-chan-13, Karla V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you believe that preps travel in packs then place this on your profile/post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you hear voices in your head and know that they are real put this on your profile/post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think that being unique is better than being cool then put this on your profile/post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your friends are WEIRD (But not as weird as you) put this on your profile/post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are odd and proud of it put this on your profile/post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! If you are really random put this on your profile/post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have an army of purple cats with rabies and with flame throwers at your command copy this onto your profile/post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think that life without computers is useless then copy this to your profile/post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think that Mickey mouse and his friends seriously went to a bar then copy this onto your profile/post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think that those god-forsaken kids should just give that Trix rabbit some Trix then copy this onto your profile/post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think that i'm making you think too much then copy this onto your profile/post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think the purple teletubie is related to Michael Jackson post this onto your profile/post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your parents have ever told you that you weren't normal, and are proud of it copy this to your profile/post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you or someone you know has ever run through something (glass door, window, wall, etc.) copy this to your profile/post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have ever "accidentally" broken someone else's body part(s) copy this to your profile/post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you enjoy glomping people from behind copy this to your profile/post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have ever walked and all of a sudden ended up falling on your ass copy this to your profile/post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have ever walked and all of a sudden ended up falling on your ass more then once copy this to your profile/post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think too much DRAMA will make your eyes pop then copy and paste this on your profile/post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're one of those people that bches should NEVER (EVER) tell their problems to because 20% percent of the time you don't care and the other 80% you're glad that they have them then copy and paste this on your profile/post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think procrastination is a gift the copy and paste this to your profile/post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-5909109664301687538?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5909109664301687538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=5909109664301687538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/5909109664301687538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/5909109664301687538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/wierdness-part-2-i-guess-this-is.html' title='Wierdness Part 2'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-4963620638688253059</id><published>2007-05-24T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T12:14:23.796+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><title type='text'>Beyond Beautiful</title><content type='html'>So... yeah... I just finished reading a 44 (?) page ShikaTema doujin...&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS BEAUTIFUL... especially the ending... KAAAAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;The title is "Beyond Sounds And Pictures ((B.S.P.))"&lt;br /&gt;It's technically about Shikamaru going blind and deaf...&lt;br /&gt;"What Would Happen If One Day, I'd Wake Up Just To Know... That You Won't Be Able To See...Or Hear The Words That Would Come Out From My Lips? - h-ozuno"&lt;br /&gt;It was so friggin' awesome... the ending quote was so SWEET!&lt;br /&gt;and I quote *clears throat*&lt;br /&gt;"What Lies Beyond Pictures And Sounds? Beyond Images And Melodies? These Seemingly Unanswerable Questions Have Finally Found It's Voice...And That's You... The Person Worth Every Sacrifice. Whose Presence Is More Important Than These Pictures And Sounds... And I Am Glad That I Found You... - h-ozuno"&lt;br /&gt;See? Beautiful!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm am SO gonna watch h-ozuno from now on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh.. and links time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/41117589/"&gt;First Page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/52580848/"&gt;Last Page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://h-ozuno.deviantart.com/"&gt;The Doujinishika Behind The Story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Applaud where applause is due... that is, to h-ozuno...&lt;br /&gt;comment where comments are due ans that is, to the comment part of h-ozuno's pages and profile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-4963620638688253059?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4963620638688253059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=4963620638688253059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/4963620638688253059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/4963620638688253059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/05/beyond-beautiful-so.html' title='Beyond Beautiful'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-5483961065049781674</id><published>2007-05-24T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T12:14:37.869+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>Ask No Questions, Hear No Lies</title><content type='html'>Now for &lt;s&gt;crack&lt;/s&gt; fun pictures from ... people... :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/strong&gt; I did not make/ draw any of these artworks.&lt;br /&gt;Applaud where applause is due ((comments section in links, not here))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some are too big so... I'll just put in links...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/27561856/?qo=133&amp;q=akatsuki&amp;amp;qh=boost%3Apopular+age_sigma%3A24h+age_scale%3A5&amp;amp;offset=125"&gt;Dei-chan Dancing (Chicken Dance!!!)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/50312168/"&gt;Disobedient Hidan (Poor Kakuzu)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/49665802/"&gt;KyAH!!! Zetsu-chan!!! (Just Click)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sheezyart.com/view/1021567"&gt;Akatsuki Xmas (Flash) &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-5483961065049781674?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5483961065049781674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=5483961065049781674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/5483961065049781674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/5483961065049781674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/05/ask-no-questions-hear-no-lies-now-for.html' title='Ask No Questions, Hear No Lies'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-7980530581088076506</id><published>2007-05-19T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T12:14:51.177+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><title type='text'>In The Meantime</title><content type='html'>So...yeah...&lt;br /&gt;I changed my blog layout for the meantime...&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll use my VK Layout when i'm in the "VK-Fandom-High"&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;This layout is in tribute to the last remaining days of vacation ((sweet, sweet vacation))...&lt;br /&gt;I did it while listening to 'Pressure' by Paramore... go figure...&lt;br /&gt;So I guess it's also a tribute to the song and the band too...&lt;br /&gt;I guess t'sall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. ENJOY THE REMAINING DAYS OF VACATION!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~KTHXBAI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-7980530581088076506?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7980530581088076506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=7980530581088076506&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/7980530581088076506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/7980530581088076506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/05/in-meantime-so.html' title='In The Meantime'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-845725819950925711</id><published>2007-05-17T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T12:15:06.581+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Your Fault'/><title type='text'>I've Been Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... yeah...&lt;br /&gt;If I tagged you after this write 6 things that make you wierd then tag another 6 people&lt;br /&gt;You get it, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 PROOFS OF MY WEIRDNESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I can be overly sadistic at moments and then overly emotional the next. ((I cry at beer commercials, no, not really))&lt;br /&gt;2. I CAN'T trill an 'r' ((rr))&lt;br /&gt;3. I have a twisted sense of humor. (Y'know, sardonic, sarcastic, dry type of humor)&lt;br /&gt;4. I imagine myself gnawing at a person's head. ((A person which I am annoyed or mad at))&lt;br /&gt;5. I enjoy (mock) 'overreacting' over small injuries ((it's really fun y'know))&lt;br /&gt;6. I find getting hate mail hilarious ((yes, I've experienced recieving hatemail... )). It's just so effin' funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to tag.. Xtian, Gelo, Mark, Eugene, Kebsterz... and... Rinoa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone's a little crazy. It's just that only some are willing to admit that. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-845725819950925711?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/845725819950925711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=845725819950925711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/845725819950925711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/845725819950925711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/05/ive-been-tagged-so.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Tagged'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-3391957804064150142</id><published>2007-05-10T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T12:15:21.566+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>Another List</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found another list that I found quite funny::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;30 Fun Things to do While Driving&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vary your vehicle's speed inversely with the speed limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Roll down your windows and blast talk radio. Attemp to headbang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At stop lights, eye the person in the next car suspiciously. With a look of fear, lock your doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Two words: Chicken suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write the words "Help me" on your back window in red paint. The more it looks like blood, the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drive with your left foot out of the window. (Do not attempt if you drive stick.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have conversations, looking periodically at the passenger seat, when driving alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laugh a lot. A whole lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop at the green lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go at the red ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Occasionally wave a stuffed animal/troll doll/Barbie out your window or sunroof. Feel free to make it dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat food that requires silverware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pass cars, then drive very slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sing without having the radio on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spray whipped cream into your mouth and bark at other cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Honk frequently without motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wave at people often. If they wave back, offer an angry look and an obscene gesture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ask people for Grey Poupon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Let pedestrians know who's boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Look behind you frequently, with a very paranoid look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Restart your car at every stop light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hang numerous air fresheners in the rear-view mirror. Talk to them, stroking them lovingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lob burning things in the windows of smokers who throw their butts out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keep at least five cats in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Root (cheer, not snuffle in the mud) for firetrucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop and collect roadkill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop and pray to roadkill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Throw Spam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get in the fast lane and gradually ... slow ... down ... to a stop, then get out and watch the cars. Throw spam at them &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chinese Firedrill. Get at least 2 people in a car (the more the better) when the light turns red everyone get out and run around the car and yell "fire, fire!" Then get back in the car but switch drivers. Then drive off when the light turns gree and act like nothing happened. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-3391957804064150142?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3391957804064150142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=3391957804064150142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/3391957804064150142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/3391957804064150142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/05/another-list-i-found-another-list-that.html' title='Another List'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-3262229772887210915</id><published>2007-05-10T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T12:15:35.015+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><title type='text'>Thunder Only Happens When It's Raining</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;There's quite a lightning storm outside...&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i know it's usually "thunderstorm" but it's quite far away... you don't hear the thunder much...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it really qualifies as a lightning storm...&lt;br /&gt;But the lightning strikes one after the other...&lt;br /&gt;It almost looks morning when a particularly large one hits...&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda scary...&lt;br /&gt;From my perception I think it's somewhere at bay...&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I'm wrong...&lt;br /&gt;Eh, I guess t'sall for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~KTHXBAI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-3262229772887210915?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3262229772887210915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=3262229772887210915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/3262229772887210915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/3262229772887210915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/05/thunder-only-happens-when-its-raining.html' title='Thunder Only Happens When It&apos;s Raining'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-121803513006305357</id><published>2007-05-07T06:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T12:16:14.293+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><title type='text'>Did Dracula Ever Fall In Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... so...&lt;br /&gt;I found a new manga that I also like...&lt;br /&gt;And yes it is also about vampires...&lt;br /&gt;Or more like vampiric romance...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I like it so much...&lt;br /&gt;I just do...&lt;br /&gt;The manga is called Bloody Kiss (I, II, III) &gt;&gt; which are all oneshots...&lt;br /&gt;Now, about my title...&lt;br /&gt;Did Count Dracula ever fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;Sure, he had three brides... but I don't remember anything about love...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why... but I find vampiric romance so mind-boggling...&lt;br /&gt;I mean, like in Bloody Kiss... let's just say that Kuroboshi's feelings for Kiyo is indeed already love... And Kiyo feels the same...&lt;br /&gt;What happens after that?&lt;br /&gt;Kiyo didn't become a vampire ((maybe it has something to do with Kuroboshi being a dhampir?))&lt;br /&gt;As Kaname said in Vampire Knight: ((clears throat)) "*Your kind* only lives for what seems like seconds to us... so transent. ".&lt;br /&gt;0_o&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna think about it anymore...&lt;br /&gt;All the morbid fluff will get to me...&lt;br /&gt;So... I guess t'sall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~KTHXBAI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-121803513006305357?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/121803513006305357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=121803513006305357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/121803513006305357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/121803513006305357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/05/did-dracula-ever-fall-in-love-which-are.html' title='Did Dracula Ever Fall In Love?'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-763119531583155015</id><published>2007-05-05T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T12:16:29.900+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>I've Got No Hankerin' For Grabbin' Yer Brass Ring</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno... I just saw this... it was sort of funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cowboy's Ten Commandments posted on the wall at Cross Trails Church in Fairlie, Texas.&lt;br /&gt;(1) Just one God.&lt;br /&gt;(2) Honor yer Ma &amp;amp; Pa.&lt;br /&gt;(3) No telling tales or gossipin'.&lt;br /&gt;(4) Git yourself to Sunday meeting.&lt;br /&gt;(5) Put nothin' before God.&lt;br /&gt;(6) No foolin' around with another gal if you already got one, and no foolin' around with another fellow's gal if you ain't got one.&lt;br /&gt;(7) No killin'.&lt;br /&gt;(8) Watch yer mouth.&lt;br /&gt;(9) Don't take what ain't yers.&lt;br /&gt;(10) Don't be hankerin' for yer buddy's stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-763119531583155015?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/763119531583155015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=763119531583155015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/763119531583155015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/763119531583155015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/05/ive-got-no-hankerin-for-grabbin-yer.html' title='I&apos;ve Got No Hankerin&apos; For Grabbin&apos; Yer Brass Ring'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-2430745717613020880</id><published>2007-05-05T04:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T12:16:55.631+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><title type='text'>Falling Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official... I am IN LOVE with Hino Matsuri's 'Vampire Knight'...&lt;br /&gt;Hino Matsuri is my HERO[INE]!!! ((Heroine reminds me of the drugs))&lt;br /&gt;I just can't help it... Everytime I read reviews... or see pictures... or read about Hino Matsuri I get that tingly feeling in my stomach... (y'know what I mean?)&lt;br /&gt;I also find myself thinking about it all day...&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you... it's LOVE&lt;br /&gt;And normally, I don't even use that term...&lt;br /&gt;And I can tell I'm not the only one... the Vampire Knight Fan population is growing at great speed...&lt;br /&gt;Lately it's been declared one of the most popular manga at vnmanga.com&lt;br /&gt;I've only met around 5 people, though... in different forums/boards.&lt;br /&gt;If you're reading this and you're a manga fan...&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you...&lt;br /&gt;READ IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~KTHXBAI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-2430745717613020880?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2430745717613020880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=2430745717613020880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/2430745717613020880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/2430745717613020880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/05/falling-back-its-official.html' title='Falling Back'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-1176049149902791683</id><published>2007-05-03T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T12:17:12.752+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><title type='text'>*Another* New Layout!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! I have my new layout up for the month of May!&lt;br /&gt;Yayz!&lt;br /&gt;Featuring my *new* craze... Vampire Knight!&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why i like it exactly... I'm sure it has something to do with the emotional rollercoaster it puts me through...&lt;br /&gt;As you can see my layout features the three of them: Zero, Yuuki (or Yuki I've seen both used), Kaname;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! That's right! I STILL haven't decided whish side I'm parting on!... and guess what? I don't plan to anytime soon. XDD&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps if Shizuka didn't die so quickly my opinion would be different... MAYBE...&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why... I just can't decide between Kaname or Zero... I'll guess I'll just settle for KanamexYuukixZero as my OTP... I don't think anyone will complain =)&lt;br /&gt;I just finished the whole volume 5... it was great! amazing! the best!&lt;br /&gt;Quite honestly, I like that it already has so many twists early on... it doesn't get boring that way...&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait 'till volume 6...&lt;br /&gt;I guess t'sall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~KTHXBAI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-1176049149902791683?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1176049149902791683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=1176049149902791683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/1176049149902791683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/1176049149902791683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/05/another-new-layout-hey-i-have-my-new.html' title='*Another* New Layout!'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-8258567065997832982</id><published>2007-04-27T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T12:18:18.414+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><title type='text'>HmPh</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday was like... 3 days ago...&lt;br /&gt;Not so many remembered...&lt;br /&gt;I could practically count them off my fingers... on one hand (excluding relatives, of course)&lt;br /&gt;Ack... just goes to show... no matter how many times you remind them they'll intentionally forget... coz they just don't care....&lt;br /&gt;That's a good philosophy... I could use it on other people (mainly those who forgot)&lt;br /&gt;So... if you're planning on wishing me a belated happy birthday... forget about it...&lt;br /&gt;Just remind me to FORGET YOUR BIRTHDAY as well.... mmmkay? ^^&lt;br /&gt;So you can have just as fun as I got on the day I celebrate the anniversary of my existence...&lt;br /&gt;*raises eyebrows* Ack... please... *points up ( or wherever it is currently located)* read the 'about me' part... it'll explain a lot...&lt;br /&gt;So... t'sall...&lt;br /&gt;*sings* 'I'll Forget To Remember You....'&lt;br /&gt;~KTHXBAI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-8258567065997832982?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8258567065997832982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=8258567065997832982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/8258567065997832982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/8258567065997832982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/04/hmph-my-birthday-was-like.html' title='HmPh'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-4436866790914500404</id><published>2007-04-14T06:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T12:18:43.889+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><title type='text'>Fatal Indeed</title><content type='html'>I'm bored to death XC...&lt;br /&gt;It's summer, and I'm bored to death...&lt;br /&gt;This sound sort of irrational... but I want to go back to Baguio T_T...&lt;br /&gt;At least malamig dun... and mas marami kang magagawa.... XC&lt;br /&gt;On another note...&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying out a new experiment...&lt;br /&gt;I ain't gonna tell what it is yet till I'm done... XD&lt;br /&gt;This is gonna be a long and hard encounter...&lt;br /&gt;Lots of fibs and excuses to make...&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, it's to strangers...&lt;br /&gt;Clue: this post's title is somehow connected to it XD...&lt;br /&gt;Heh...&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!!&lt;br /&gt;~KTHXBAI!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-4436866790914500404?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4436866790914500404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=4436866790914500404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/4436866790914500404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/4436866790914500404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/04/fatal-indeed-im-bored-to-death-xc.html' title='Fatal Indeed'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-9031304729329237619</id><published>2007-04-11T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T12:19:12.637+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><title type='text'>Really, Now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out a very interesting thing today...&lt;br /&gt;Some people actually treat April as "Women's Month"...&lt;br /&gt;At first I only heard it on C/S... who knew?&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, April is being gobbled up fast and my birthday is coming closer...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do on my birthday...&lt;br /&gt;Most of my friends won't be around on my birthday *sad, sad*&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'll think of something...&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime... YOU think of something to give me, mmmkay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KTHXBAI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-9031304729329237619?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9031304729329237619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=9031304729329237619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/9031304729329237619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/9031304729329237619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/04/really-now-i-just-found-out-very.html' title='Really, Now?'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-4096492573271801862</id><published>2007-04-09T02:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T12:20:14.711+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><title type='text'>Easter Requiem</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter!&lt;br /&gt;I've got good news!&lt;br /&gt;I'm now a member of AR.com! (animerequiem.com)&lt;br /&gt;((Actually, I joined yesterday... but was too lazy to post about it ^^ ...))&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's good news...&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not the first anime site I've joined...&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not even member of the guild...&lt;br /&gt;WILL YOU STOP RUINING THIS FOR ME?!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's nice to talk to other people who actually know (and care ^^) about anime and/or manga...&lt;br /&gt;They aren't like those people I've spoken to in Neopets who just say they love anime coz: "z0mg!!1shiftone! Sas-K Uchichuha ish, lyk, 2 hAwt for joo!"&lt;br /&gt;-_- ... yah, I know...&lt;br /&gt;And they even inspired me to take out Fake Wings and use it on my site... I miss the song... ^^&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, you guys should visit the site: &lt;a href="http://animerequiem.com/"&gt;http://animerequiem.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really nice... and they actually use tagboards as chatboxes... ain't that neat? ^^&lt;br /&gt;It makes me wish SOME people would actually TAG on MY cbox...&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess t'sall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KTHXBAI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-4096492573271801862?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4096492573271801862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=4096492573271801862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/4096492573271801862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/4096492573271801862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/04/easter-requiem-happy-easter-ive-got.html' title='Easter Requiem'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-7523556110593382396</id><published>2007-04-06T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T12:20:34.212+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><title type='text'>New Layout</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;May bago nanaman akong layout!&lt;br /&gt;Pinaghirapan koh iyan!&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;Baka tinatanong niyo...&lt;br /&gt;Bakit hindi pang-sadista ang layout ng blog ko?&lt;br /&gt;Kasi...&lt;br /&gt;Ganito yan...&lt;br /&gt;WALA LANG...&lt;br /&gt;hehehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;Gusto koh lang yun sabihin...&lt;br /&gt;Cge.. may aayusin pa ko...&lt;br /&gt;KTNXBAIZ!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-7523556110593382396?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7523556110593382396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=7523556110593382396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/7523556110593382396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/7523556110593382396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/04/new-layout-wahahahahaha-may-bago.html' title='New Layout'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-5214058003571914317</id><published>2007-04-01T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T12:20:50.220+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><title type='text'>No More Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm back! And may I just say.... ANG INIT!&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to be back...&lt;br /&gt;I also got my report card... ala namang bagsak thank goodness...&lt;br /&gt;Naka 89 pa ako sa math! I was aiming for 90 ..... pero.... okay na rin siguro 'yon...&lt;br /&gt;Kaso, medyo mababa ung aking over-all average... I just lost all hope...&lt;br /&gt;Haii...&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, alang magagawa...&lt;br /&gt;On another note...&lt;br /&gt;Month na ng b-day koh! Whooo!&lt;br /&gt;*cough*gift*cough*&lt;br /&gt;hehe... yun lang... pagod akoh sa biyahe, eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;KTNXBAIZ!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-5214058003571914317?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5214058003571914317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=5214058003571914317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/5214058003571914317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/5214058003571914317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/04/no-more-fever-well-im-back-and-may-i.html' title='No More Fever'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-2659122847492275849</id><published>2007-03-30T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T12:21:06.002+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><title type='text'>Mountain Fever 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haii... andito pa rin sa Baguio... pauwi na kami.... mga 3 days na lang...&lt;br /&gt;May napapansin kayo?&lt;br /&gt;Parang may dinelete akong post?&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.... dinelete koh na yun... kasi, pag andi2 pa 'yon, maaalala koh lang nang maaalala... edi mas maganda nang nadelete, dba?&lt;br /&gt;I'll just bury the hatchet na lang... wala naman na akong magagawa...&lt;br /&gt;But still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll forgive...&lt;br /&gt;But I won't forget...&lt;br /&gt;And just so you know...&lt;br /&gt;You've LOST my RESPECT ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun lang naman ang sa akin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haii....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagsa-start na rin dito ang summer... nagsisimula nang uminit...&lt;br /&gt;By the way.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MALAPIT NA BIRTHDAY KOH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gift koh ha! heheheheheh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... yun lang naman talaga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KTNXBAIZ!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-2659122847492275849?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2659122847492275849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=2659122847492275849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/2659122847492275849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/2659122847492275849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/mountain-fever-3-haii.html' title='Mountain Fever 3'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-5231258081504436020</id><published>2007-03-26T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T12:21:19.044+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><title type='text'>Mountain Fever 2</title><content type='html'>Hai...&lt;br /&gt;And2 pa rin kami sa Baguio... baka sa sunday pa kami makakauwi...&lt;br /&gt;Masaya naman dito...&lt;br /&gt;I recently found a new addiction to fruit shakes...&lt;br /&gt;Who ever thought that the carrot-watermelon-strawberry-apple shake would taste so good?&lt;br /&gt;And don't forget the banana-mango-apple-melon shake too...&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm drinking an avocado-melon... it sounds wierd but it tastes great!&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Andami ring Koreano dito..&lt;br /&gt;They're like... invading Baguio or something... XD&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yun lang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KTNXBAIZ!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-5231258081504436020?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5231258081504436020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=5231258081504436020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/5231258081504436020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/5231258081504436020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/mountain-fever-2-hai.html' title='Mountain Fever 2'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-4060724579628211242</id><published>2007-03-23T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T12:21:34.540+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><title type='text'>Mountain Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;Yun...&lt;br /&gt;Nasa Baguio kami for the last few days... I doubt anyone noticed...&lt;br /&gt;Nagco-computer shop lang ako ngayon... y'know I can't stay away from the internet for too long...&lt;br /&gt;I'll be here for a few more weeks...&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;At least malamig...&lt;br /&gt;Masaya din, kasi ala akong gastos... hehe... it pays to have balikbayan relatives during summer if y'know what I mean...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;Yun lang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Tell Me, How Are Things You Are Offering Me Any Different From What Everything Else Offers Me? I Can Get By On My Own. Don't Think For One Second That It Hurts For Me To Let You Go.((How Proud Are We To Think That We Mean Something To Other People?)) ::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-4060724579628211242?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4060724579628211242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=4060724579628211242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/4060724579628211242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/4060724579628211242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/mountain-fever-so.html' title='Mountain Fever'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-6907110794775568811</id><published>2007-03-16T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T13:06:41.121+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schoolie: Reluctant'/><title type='text'>It's Life...</title><content type='html'>Haii! Tapos na Skul Year...&lt;br /&gt;Tapos na exams...&lt;br /&gt;Ano ba yan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang lungkot naman .... parang kailan lang... 1st year pa lang kami... nagyon... magiging 4th year na...&lt;br /&gt;Haii... buhay talaga...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on a lighter note... SUMMER NA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip koh sa inyo... LUBUSIN NIYO ANG SUMMER.... pero na lang siyempre dun sa mga taong gustong mag review...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh... ako nga, ala akong balak magreview sa summer... mga school days na ako magrereview...&lt;br /&gt;Wag niyo na akong i-nag... kung ayaw kong magreview... hindi ako magrereview... hindi naman ako ganun ka grade-conscious... besides... it worked for my brother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;Yun lang...&lt;br /&gt;BTW, guys, tag kayo... remembrance niyo na sa akin ng 3rd year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun lng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KTNXBAIZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-6907110794775568811?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6907110794775568811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=6907110794775568811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/6907110794775568811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/6907110794775568811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-life.html' title='It&apos;s Life...'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-8995185782436796241</id><published>2007-03-12T17:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T13:06:41.121+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schoolie: Reluctant'/><title type='text'>Bitches Die Early</title><content type='html'>This week is not starting out great... I just found out something that I didn't like... honestly, you can't trust people anymore. Well, at least now my eyes are open to where some people's loyalty lies...&lt;br /&gt;I know I shouldn't be... but I'm quite pissed... quite....&lt;br /&gt;Normally, I couldn't care less about the situation... I don't know why I'm a bit affected by this one...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the fact that I haven't had my revenge yet (but I'm starting... be afraid, be very afraid XD) and also I find the irony quite striking...&lt;br /&gt;Analogy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Time Kong MagOpen-Up ng ganito sa ibang tao= 1st Time merong masasabi ang tao na ganito tungkol sa akin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my previous classmates didn't know me well.. but they never ruined my reputation... thay never said anything like what is being said about me at present...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I had a new realization:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARAMING MAGALING MAMPLASTIK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their attitude will be their own downfall... tama nga naman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In The End, Lahat Tayo May Codename Sa Ibang Tao..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala dapat na maging kampante, sabi koh nga, andaming ang galing mamplastik. Halos lahat, may narinig na akong masama galing sa ibang tao... so... I guess that's life...&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, I'm quite pissed... pero hanggang dun na lang yun... puhleaze... they shouldn't flatter themselves. Masyadong special ang word na "hate" para gamitin sa kanila...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of being flattered... narealize koh, ngayon-ngayon lang... dapat siguro akong ma-flatter... biro mo, ginawan pa ako ng codename? ABA! Dalawa pa nga, eh! Hehe! Kakatuwa naman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa ngayon, ewan koh kung bakit nga ba ako ginawan ng codename... at bakit nga ba yun ang codename koh... siguro hindi koh na malalaman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;Yun Lang...&lt;br /&gt;And A Word Of Advice Sa Mga Taong Balak MangBackstab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BITCHES DIE EARLY... BITCH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-8995185782436796241?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8995185782436796241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=8995185782436796241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/8995185782436796241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/8995185782436796241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/bitches-die-early-this-week-is-not.html' title='Bitches Die Early'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-3397157252744134031</id><published>2007-03-06T03:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T13:06:41.122+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schoolie: Reluctant'/><title type='text'>Haii...</title><content type='html'>Ayun...&lt;br /&gt;Ala Lang...&lt;br /&gt;Gusto Koh Lang Mag Post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... Anyways, malapit na Quarterly Exams... pahirapan nanaman 'to...&lt;br /&gt;Puro Graded Recitation kami ngayong week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bale yun lang...&lt;br /&gt;Kasi...&lt;br /&gt;Yun....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All you people at the top don't know nothing about it &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We don't give a fuck what the price is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So just leave us to our own devices&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we'll leave you alone ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll Be There When Your Heart Stops Beating.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-3397157252744134031?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3397157252744134031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=3397157252744134031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/3397157252744134031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/3397157252744134031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/haii.html' title='Haii...'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-2886754588696071471</id><published>2007-02-23T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T12:23:01.116+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><title type='text'>When The Fad Is Gone</title><content type='html'>It's official, my interest in Naruto is officially gone... The fad is just... gone ....I dunno why, so don't ask me why. And Cedric, NO, flying ninjas will NOT relive my interest in naruto, so SHUT UP. Though, it's not entirely, I think, I mean, I still read the fanfics that appear on my story alert... but, aside from that, nadda, zip, ziltch, ZERO. Speaking of Zero, the first two chapters of Vampire Knight Volume 5 has come out... I'm expecting the 3rd one to come out soon enough... I'm not sure if it really is my new fad. The faulty scans occasionaly ruins it. But, hey, this is how I felt about the Naruto manga too at first... hopefully, I don't lose interest in this one so quickly, It's the first manga I've read which I actually started from the begginning... I know the story will get good and juicy soon enough... Let's hope for the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-2886754588696071471?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2886754588696071471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=2886754588696071471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/2886754588696071471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/2886754588696071471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/02/when-fad-is-gone-its-official-my.html' title='When The Fad Is Gone'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-1548076064389234384</id><published>2007-02-18T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T12:23:19.418+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><title type='text'>WHOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRABEH! Kakagaling lang Youth Camp. I am officially a YFC member. Grabeh, ang saya! 1st time kong umiyak ulit in a long time (na hindi yung hikab na iyak). Mustah naman yon? Basta ang saya, as in. Anyways yun lang. Ayoko i-spoil para sa mga taong gustong mag Youth Camp in the following years (months, weeks, ewan...)...&lt;br /&gt;Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KTNXBAIZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-1548076064389234384?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1548076064389234384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=1548076064389234384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/1548076064389234384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/1548076064389234384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/02/whoooooooooooo-grabeh-kakagaling-lang.html' title='WHOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-6603927230559986726</id><published>2007-02-14T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T13:06:41.122+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schoolie: Reluctant'/><title type='text'>Cry Yourself A River, Build Yourself A Bridge, And GET OVER IT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;*SweatDrop*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keh, damn Angsty People need to get over themselves...&lt;br /&gt;It's Valentines Day today... aka Single Awareness Day... abbv'd as SAD.... pffffft yeah, right! Being single is not something to mope around about... like my schoolbus-mate said: "mas maganda kung single kah pag valentines, hindi kah gagastos". I really can't help but raise my eyebrows at the people who are 'spreading the wAngst' around'. Most, if not all, are about their 'sad' and 'miserable' love life. For goodness sake it's not the end of the world....&lt;br /&gt;People should definitely GET OVER IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-6603927230559986726?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6603927230559986726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=6603927230559986726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/6603927230559986726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/6603927230559986726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/02/sweatdrop-cry-yourself-river-build.html' title='Cry Yourself A River, Build Yourself A Bridge, And GET OVER IT.'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-117041894798433570</id><published>2007-02-02T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T12:24:13.852+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><title type='text'>Ummm...</title><content type='html'>Yeah....&lt;br /&gt;I'm posting coz Mia wants me to....&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's about it...&lt;br /&gt;T'sall.....&lt;br /&gt;baiz!....&lt;br /&gt;.......Yeah.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-117041894798433570?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/117041894798433570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=117041894798433570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/117041894798433570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/117041894798433570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/02/ummm.html' title='Ummm...'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-116934783510394090</id><published>2007-01-21T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T12:26:20.461+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><title type='text'>GAH!!! NO!!!</title><content type='html'>WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;I feel so depressed! I just found out yesterday that my iPod needs restoring. Restoring= delete absolutely everything!!!! I have had that iPod for one year now... ONE YEAR! In that span of time I have collected 354 songs. 354!!! Some of those songs I really had to use nail and tooth just to get... WHY?!!!! *sigh* Oh well, maybe a new beggining can be kind of good.... somehow.... maybe.... just an insy bit.... WHO THE HELL AM I KIDDING?! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Behold!&lt;/strong&gt; The Two Of The Most Uncomforting People I Know!!! (Yeah, I'm using your real names!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Cab.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kevin caballas: reeeaaaally sad.&lt;br /&gt;Karla: you're supposed to make me feel better....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kevin caballas: 354 lang naman eh&lt;br /&gt;kevin caballas: buti kung 355 pa yun&lt;br /&gt;kevin caballas: now that would be a problem&lt;br /&gt;kevin caballas: besiiiides. as if naman lahat ng kanta dun nagustuhan mo ng todo-todo&lt;br /&gt;Karla: err... ya I do....&lt;br /&gt;kevin caballas: oh... and you DID make a back-up of all those files in your computer... right?&lt;br /&gt;Karla: did..&lt;br /&gt;Karla: nopez...&lt;br /&gt;Karla: one year...&lt;br /&gt;Karla: ilang computer na ang nagamit koh...&lt;br /&gt;Karla: ilang bese nang na-reformat ung iba...&lt;br /&gt;Karla: *beses...&lt;br /&gt;kevin caballas: oh well&lt;br /&gt;kevin caballas: dsl ka naman eh&lt;br /&gt;Karla: even so...&lt;br /&gt;kevin caballas: 354 songs wouldn't take that long to download ALL OVER AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;Karla: Yung iba doon ine koh na makukuha ulit...&lt;br /&gt;Karla: T-T&lt;br /&gt;kevin caballas: ilang days/weeks/months lang yun&lt;br /&gt;Karla: *inde&lt;br /&gt;kevin caballas: bakit?&lt;br /&gt;kevin caballas: limewire&lt;br /&gt;kevin caballas: duh&lt;br /&gt;Karla: ung iba galing CD ng friends kong ala na sa Phil ngaun...&lt;br /&gt;Karla: ung iba limited free Dl lng....&lt;br /&gt;kevin caballas: LIMEWIRE&lt;br /&gt;Karla: limewire isn't always helpful...&lt;br /&gt;Karla: especially when the songs are in mandarin..&lt;br /&gt;Karla: and italian....&lt;br /&gt;Karla: there german......&lt;br /&gt;Karla: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Karla: *there's&lt;br /&gt;kevin caballas: edi itype mo yung pangalan&lt;br /&gt;kevin caballas: duh&lt;br /&gt;Karla: how do you type mandarin on an english keyboard?&lt;br /&gt;Karla: do you know?&lt;br /&gt;kevin caballas: translate&lt;br /&gt;Karla: I don't...&lt;br /&gt;Karla: Lime doesn't know trnslation... duh....&lt;br /&gt;Karla: *lime wire...&lt;br /&gt;Karla: *LW&lt;br /&gt;kevin caballas: mandarin... fruit yun diba?&lt;br /&gt;kevin caballas: oooh, and lime too&lt;br /&gt;Karla: I meant the chinese dialect....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kevin caballas: the chinese....fruit?&lt;br /&gt;kevin caballas: ooh, and lime too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*comforting grade: -90&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's Cedric...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karla: Cedric!!!&lt;br /&gt;BUZZ!!!&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: what?&lt;br /&gt;Karla: SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: cool..i guess&lt;br /&gt;Karla: Kebsterz wasn't helping....&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: cool..&lt;br /&gt;Karla: CONSOLE ME!!!!1shift111!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Karla: w8..........&lt;br /&gt;Karla: WTF&lt;br /&gt;Karla: WTF was I thinking when I came here......&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: console games...&lt;br /&gt;Karla: -_-&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: errr...what do you want again?&lt;br /&gt;Karla: NVM.... since when did you make me feel better...&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: ermmm...now?&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: how bout now?&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: feeling better now?&lt;br /&gt;Karla: no...&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: now?&lt;br /&gt;Karla: but here's the scoopp...&lt;br /&gt;Karla: Karla (1/21/2007 10:10:09 AM): SHIT&lt;br /&gt;Karla (1/21/2007 10:10:34 AM): KEVIN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;kevin caballas (1/21/2007 10:10:42 AM): what?&lt;br /&gt;Karla (1/21/2007 10:10:51 AM): Console me darnit!!!&lt;br /&gt;kevin caballas (1/21/2007 10:10:57 AM): why?&lt;br /&gt;Karla (1/21/2007 10:11:06 AM): T-T&lt;br /&gt;kevin caballas (1/21/2007 10:11:17 AM): anong meron?&lt;br /&gt;Karla (1/21/2007 10:11:27 AM): my.... my....... ipod......&lt;br /&gt;Karla (1/21/2007 10:11:31 AM): WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH&lt;br /&gt;Karla (1/21/2007 10:11:37 AM): !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;kevin caballas (1/21/2007 10:11:54 AM): ipod go boom?&lt;br /&gt;Karla (1/21/2007 10:12:13 AM): not really.... I need to restore it.....&lt;br /&gt;Karla (1/21/2007 10:12:22 AM): thus deleting all the files...&lt;br /&gt;Karla (1/21/2007 10:12:28 AM): WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1&lt;br /&gt;Karla (1/21/2007 10:12:40 AM): !!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: omg dat is sew kewl&lt;br /&gt;Karla: kevin caballas: reeeaaaally sad.&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: teach me how to do that&lt;br /&gt;Karla: do what?&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: how to boom ipods&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: and while ur teaching me...make a demonstration w/ ur ipod too&lt;br /&gt;Karla: -_-&lt;br /&gt;Karla: you console in thw worst ways.....&lt;br /&gt;Karla: *the&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: lets leet speak&lt;br /&gt;Karla: ???&lt;br /&gt;Karla: 1337?&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: yesh&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: j00 r teh n00b u make ipod g0 b00mz!&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: lololol\!!!1!shift1!!&lt;br /&gt;Karla: -_-&lt;br /&gt;Karla: HOW THE HELL IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MAKE ME FEEL BETTER!!!&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: hey..thats not leet&lt;br /&gt;Karla: -_-&lt;br /&gt;Karla: H0\V TeH H311 1s- TAht $uPPP0$S3d T0 MvK3 m3 F331 B3TtT3r!shift11!&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: wow....you took the time just to type that&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: i salute you&lt;br /&gt;Karla: I've got nothing else to do&lt;br /&gt;Karla: It's not lyk i have an iPOD to listen to...&lt;br /&gt;Karla: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: yeah...i wish you have one..&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: wanna try mine?&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: it has 364 songs&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: more than yours!&lt;br /&gt;Karla:&lt;br /&gt;Karla: why do I go to the lamest people for consolation....&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: what materials did you use to destroy ur ipod?&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: imma try C4s..izzat good?&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: or maybe napalm explosives&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: can you kindly show me how you did it?&lt;br /&gt;Karla: no...&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: i bet you had fun..&lt;br /&gt;Karla: -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comforting grade: -566756132457557576837557473844&lt;br /&gt;Cha! Shift111 this, m0f0!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-116934783510394090?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116934783510394090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=116934783510394090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/116934783510394090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/116934783510394090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/01/gah-no-waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah-i-feel-so.html' title='GAH!!! NO!!!'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-116662470072786087</id><published>2006-12-20T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T12:27:30.630+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Falling Off</title><content type='html'>Well, today I updated my story. I asked Rizza to beta-read since I'll be going away to baguio for a few days. T_T walang internet dun *melts*. Well, actually, meron. Araw-araw nlng ako sa SM Baguio XD... anyways, nothing much has happened so far... and January is already nearing. *melts again* why? WHY?!... pero I guess ok lang yon... kasi Malapit na January=Malapit na March, Malapit na March=Malapit na ang Summer Vacation. Yayz? I guess... but y'know... the thought of ending my 3rd year life only to come back again next year as a graduating student... well... it kinda depresses me. My school, my friends... they have their faults but I'm still gonna miss them... then again, in retrospect, there are moments when they make me feel like I wanna escape the whole thing.... XD (jk)... I guess that's all for now... KTNXBAIZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-116662470072786087?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116662470072786087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=116662470072786087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/116662470072786087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/116662470072786087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2006/12/falling-off-well-today-i-updated-my.html' title='Falling Off'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-116636721723806034</id><published>2006-12-17T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T12:28:54.477+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Chaite2</title><content type='html'>XDDD... prang kakabago koh lng ng skin ng blog koh diba? XD, parehas pang originally for my neopets account! XD NEways, tonight ish the night my blog finally goes public! *Prang ang tagal na ni2 dba? XD* I think I cleared out everything I'm going to be hated for... I think...well... yeah... If I haven't, please don't kill me, why? coz I'm psychic and you'll die tomorrow (jk) XD...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-116636721723806034?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116636721723806034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=116636721723806034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/116636721723806034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/116636721723806034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2006/12/chaite2-xddd.html' title='Chaite2'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-116624601298307204</id><published>2006-12-16T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T12:29:20.886+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><title type='text'>When Your Heart Stops Beating</title><content type='html'>My new favorite song!!! It's by +44... T-T the nostalgia. I admit I miss Blink 182... terribly. *sigh* but I do like this song... A LOT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn it up I never wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only wanna be part of your breakdown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got caught by the four on the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It picked her up and she'll never get let down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I can't stop thinking about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you people at the top don't know nothing about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't give a fuck what the price is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just leave us to our own devices and we'll leave you alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there when your heart stops beating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there when your last breath's taken away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dark when there's no one listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the times when we both get carried away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we both get carried away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says it all without a thought in her head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says it all and she's pressed up against me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little something just to take off the edge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little more and I'll fall of the planet entirely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there when your heart stops beating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there when your last breath's taken away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dark when there's no one listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the times when we both get carried away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we both get carried away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there when your heart stops beating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there when your last breath's taken away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dark when there's no one listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the times when we both get carried away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we both get carried away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we both get carried away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'll be there when your heart stops beating)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we both get carried away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In the dark when there's no one listening)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we both get carried away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-116624601298307204?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116624601298307204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=116624601298307204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/116624601298307204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/116624601298307204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2006/12/when-your-heart-stops-beating-my-new.html' title='When Your Heart Stops Beating'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-116619811681494152</id><published>2006-12-15T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T12:29:46.544+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Your Fault'/><title type='text'>MM</title><content type='html'>Took these out of curiosity ((Inspired by Rizza)):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table width="450" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="401" src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/tombstone-Karla-9.jpg" width="254" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=41"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stop laughing at this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid" width="450" background="#FFFFFF" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;Karla --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;[adjective]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visually addictive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=83"&gt;'How will you be defined in the dictionary?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwahaha! I like this one!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND: #ffffff; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid" width="400" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;Are you Good or Evil?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/more-evil.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="center" height="60"&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are mostly Evil (60%), but still a bit Good (40%)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="bottom"&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=148"&gt;'Are You Good or Evil?'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another one I like!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; font-color: white" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="410" background="#000000" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#000000" height="200"&gt;&lt;td align="left" width="183"&gt;&lt;img alt="QuizGalaxy.com!" src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/crystalball.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quiz Galaxy Predicts that Karla's Last Words Will Be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#000000" height="20"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="center" bg height="50" style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Remember me as I was - lazy"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#000000" height="20"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #00ee00" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=134"&gt;'What will your last words be?'&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="COLOR: #00ee00" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid" height="350" width="400" background="#FFFFCC" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;img alt="QuizGalaxy.com" src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/hell-27.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="20"&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="bottom"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt" align="middle" colspan="3"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=121"&gt;'Why are you going to hell?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="7"&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This basically explains all that has went wrong in my life...:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: gray 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: gray 1px solid; FONT: 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; BORDER-LEFT: gray 1px solid; WIDTH: 320px; BORDER-BOTTOM: gray 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 5px" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; FONT: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif"&gt;What mental disorder do you have?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 16px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 4px"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;ADD (Attention Deficit Disorder)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 200px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 65%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 10px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; COLOR: black; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;You have a very hard time focusing, and you find it difficult to stay on task without your mind wandering. You probably zone in and out of conversations and tend to miss out on directions because you cannot focus&lt;/p&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 62%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;GAD (Generalized Anxiety Disorder)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 33%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;Manic Depressive&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 31%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;Paranoia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 30%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 8px; PADDING-LEFT: 8px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 8px; PADDING-TOP: 8px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_mental_disorder_do_you_have"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What mental disorder do you have?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-116619811681494152?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116619811681494152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=116619811681494152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/116619811681494152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/116619811681494152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2006/12/mm-took-these-out-of-curiosity.html' title='MM'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-116616547312021690</id><published>2006-12-15T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T12:30:17.774+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><title type='text'>New Member!</title><content type='html'>Guess what? I just found a new member to join S.L.A.B. !!! He's like a fusion btween Kyo and Sasuke.... XD Kyo+Sasuke= wAngsty Emo Kid!!! No offence, personally, I like Zero... but y'know... angsty... bastard... it really cuts the cake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this image (2nd image edited by me) I mcouldn't resist doing that, I mean I could picture Zero saying that so much =3... enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7298/3343/1600/457583/zerosasu.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7298/3343/320/125853/zerosasu.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-116616547312021690?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116616547312021690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=116616547312021690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/116616547312021690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/116616547312021690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-member-guess-what-i-just-found-new.html' title='New Member!'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-116566792835832825</id><published>2006-12-09T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T13:06:41.122+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Your Fault'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schoolie: Reluctant'/><title type='text'>Why me?</title><content type='html'>An actual conversation with the infamous Cigrid/ Cedric *I have no idea who I was talking to*:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karla: Cedie.. alam mo ba kung saan makakaDL ng manga ng Vampire Knight for free? (maliban sa BLeeepThing)&lt;br /&gt;Karla: ?&lt;br /&gt;Karla: elo?&lt;br /&gt;Karla: ytou can't ignore me forever...&lt;br /&gt;Karla: *you&lt;br /&gt;BUZZ!&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: ok imma back from the grave&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: and whats vampire knight?&lt;br /&gt;Karla: manga...&lt;br /&gt;Karla: maganda..&lt;br /&gt;Karla: sobra...&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: i love mangoes&lt;br /&gt;Karla: nakaka-adik..&lt;br /&gt;Karla: Manga... nde mango...&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: yeh...especially mango shakes&lt;br /&gt;Karla: -_-&lt;br /&gt;Karla: hanapan mo aq ng DL source PLS?&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: its like drugs to meh&lt;br /&gt;Karla: hanapan mo aq ng DL source PLS?&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: whats PLS?&lt;br /&gt;Karla: Please...&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: poor loser shit?&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: oh..&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: try manga world....they have lotsa manga there&lt;br /&gt;Karla: hanapan mo aq pls? BleepThing's being a bitch...&lt;br /&gt;Karla: manga world?&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: yeh&lt;br /&gt;Karla: is it free?&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: of corz&lt;br /&gt;Karla: link?&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: w8&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: still loading..&lt;br /&gt;Karla: DLD mo rin...&lt;br /&gt;Karla: maganda...&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: http://www.geocities.com/viorijade/index.html&lt;br /&gt;Karla: 'tis not there..&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: thats an impromptu joke ya know...only searched for it after i made it up &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: yes..&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: probably..&lt;br /&gt;Karla: do you have to waste my time?&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: oh but of course&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: try toriyama's world..&lt;br /&gt;Karla: is that another joke?&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: no..&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: http://www.toriyamaworld.com/manga.html&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: its valid&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: after i play a bit...i'll give you a serious one&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: dont worry&lt;br /&gt;Karla: it ain't there either..&lt;br /&gt;Karla: Did I tell you Hate you? no? I HATE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: try code ge-ass&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: its made by CRAMP&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: oohhhh craaamps!!&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: or..or...Gantz&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: blood+ is also a +&lt;br /&gt;Karla: -_-&lt;br /&gt;Karla: ya know what? I'll just use BlEEpThing..&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: ill use VGcats&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: you know vampire hunter d?&lt;br /&gt;Karla: nopez...&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko:&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: it has monsters...and vampires!&lt;br /&gt;Karla: ...&lt;br /&gt;Karla: okaaaaaaaay&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: oh look...i found one&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: only vol.5 though..&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: so i guess you dont want it&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: since its incomplete and all&lt;br /&gt;Karla: DL mo ung Vampire Knight...&lt;br /&gt;Karla: gus2 koh ng karamay in the fandom..&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: kawawa kau ni mark...wlng karamay sa fandom..&lt;br /&gt;Karla: kaya nga DL mo, eh...&lt;br /&gt;Karla: cge na pls!!!&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: damayan mo si mark sa kanyang quest to spread D.gayman&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: D.grayman*&lt;br /&gt;Karla: ....&lt;br /&gt;Karla: I'll just stick to Vampire Knight...&lt;br /&gt;Karla: Download it!Download it!Download it!Download it!Download it!&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: so anung volume ka na dun/&lt;br /&gt;Karla: you won't be sorry...&lt;br /&gt;Karla: 2&lt;br /&gt;Karla: XD&lt;br /&gt;Karla: what I tell you?&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: i have 5&lt;br /&gt;Karla: -_-&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: VGcatz is a cat&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: you read VGcats?&lt;br /&gt;Karla: no...&lt;br /&gt;Karla: am I supposed to?&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: aww..&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: no..not really&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: unless you're cool&lt;br /&gt;Karla: ... I'll pass...&lt;br /&gt;Karla: I can't believe a whole volume takes 1 hour to DL...&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: O_o?!&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: bad internet..&lt;br /&gt;Karla: ... not really `1 hour... it used to take only abt. 20-30 mins....&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: VGcatz rockz&lt;br /&gt;Karla: BTW... when you choose to patronize *or when curiosity gets the better of you*... tell me....&lt;br /&gt;Karla: I need someone to join me in the fandom!&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: im already in chapter 5...&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: you're too late..&lt;br /&gt;Karla: I though it only reached until chap. 4?&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: theres already volume 5&lt;br /&gt;Karla: so... what happened to Zero?&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: a cat stole his mask..&lt;br /&gt;Karla: are you sure we're talking about Vampire Knight here?&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: code geass...&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: zero...the charl aznable spawn..&lt;br /&gt;Karla: Q: what does AZN mean neway?&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: asian&lt;br /&gt;Karla: and PWN specifically means?&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: pawn...synonymous to own that means im overwhelming you w/ my uber powerful skills&lt;br /&gt;Karla: okay...&lt;br /&gt;Karla: BTW homunculus has released volume 6..&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: homunculus patch in ragnarok online was also released sometime ago&lt;br /&gt;Karla: uhhh...&lt;br /&gt;Karla: have you read demon diary? is it any good?&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: its bad&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: it has a demon&lt;br /&gt;Karla: okaaaaaaaay...&lt;br /&gt;Karla: okay...&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: ok&lt;br /&gt;Karla: I just found out I'm lucky I didn't read it...&lt;br /&gt;Karla: ahem: Story&lt;br /&gt;Demon Diary is a light BL/shōnen-ai story about Raenef, a newly appointed Demon Lord, and Eclipse, his instructor, who is both a powerful demon and a veteran of a human-versus-demon war. Because of his actions during the Hangma War (which are not elaborated upon), he became known for his cruelty and incredible power. However, when attempting to teach Raenef his 'anger' is often played for laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: i found out im the akatsuki leader&lt;br /&gt;Karla: -_-&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: omg...you're a yaoi fan...eeek&lt;br /&gt;Karla: that's why I said I'm lucky I didn't read it...&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: i never knew you like those things..&lt;br /&gt;Karla: ... I don't...&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: thats a very disgusting habit, karla&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: hey...im chatting w/ 2 c/karlas right now..&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: hooray!&lt;br /&gt;Karla: and the other Karla is....&lt;br /&gt;Karla: ?&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: i've made some deductions&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: karla V - yaoi fan, ryzzah - incest shota fan &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karla: not true..&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: you like BL&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: riza like little boys...like pedobear&lt;br /&gt;Karla: will you stop it with the pedobear thing...&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: riza = pedobear, karla = yaobear&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: yaoibear*&lt;br /&gt;Karla: I hate you...&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: you guys have strange hobbies&lt;br /&gt;Karla: I hate you..&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: so scary...i think..&lt;br /&gt;Karla: I hate you...&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: yaoibear likes you&lt;br /&gt;Karla: I hate you...&lt;br /&gt;Karla: クライマックス&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: 0mG! teh hAxx!shift1! lolololrofl&lt;br /&gt;Karla: wtf?&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: same goes to you..&lt;br /&gt;Karla: ftwtf?&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: good thing i have my jap language pack..&lt;br /&gt;Karla: クライマックス&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: isprikitik&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: omg karla is talking 1337&lt;br /&gt;Karla: Are Ayana Ukyou's work good?&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: is that my neighbour?&lt;br /&gt;Karla: no she's a manga artist...&lt;br /&gt;Karla: or whatever you call that...&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: i am too&lt;br /&gt;Karla: I resent you....&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: mango fanatic&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: i will not recant..&lt;br /&gt;Karla: why do I even try....&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: you want to die..&lt;br /&gt;Karla: BTW, I am soooo gonna put this conversation in my blog...&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: cool&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: the whole world will know you're yaoibear&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: you know what i want to happen before i graduate in seton.....&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: i want the school to be a paintball battleground...&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: then I'll shoot you to death...just like battle royale&lt;br /&gt;Karla: I hate you...&lt;br /&gt;Karla: and I don't like yaoi...&lt;br /&gt;Karla: except for a certain twincest....&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: you expect me to belive that?&lt;br /&gt;Karla: I have a sick and twisted mind...&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: after confessing you fandom of that BL crap&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: yes, you do have one&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: a yaoi-loving mind&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: eeek&lt;br /&gt;Karla: no I don't...&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: you just said so..&lt;br /&gt;Karla: what's GBL?&lt;br /&gt;Karla: *BL&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: game boy lithium&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: before lithium&lt;br /&gt;Karla: wha?&lt;br /&gt;Karla: and that's supposed to mean?&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: technically BL = karla&lt;br /&gt;Karla: I HATE YOU...&lt;br /&gt;Karla: I really do...&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: i like pretending to be a millitary person...really lol&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: and you like pretending you're not a yaoi fan...which is in fact, you are&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: fits my deduction&lt;br /&gt;Karla: okay... now to end the convo...&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: oh noes&lt;br /&gt;Karla: kain mode... bye!&lt;br /&gt;Karla: I hate you!&lt;br /&gt;Karla: Die!&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko:&lt;br /&gt;Karla: Get Up! Get Out! And Go Die!&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: and mooore cheeeeeseeee&lt;br /&gt;Karla: I said Die&lt;br /&gt;Karla: I said Die&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: oh noes...heart attack!&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: eeek&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: *TV flashes*&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: hello karla, the person you killed is not me&lt;br /&gt;cedric_rko: but I, C, actually exists&lt;br /&gt;Karla: -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; why do I even bother? BLeeepthing isn't real it's a n alias ya'know?&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;P.S. NO! I AM NOT A YAOI FAN!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-116566792835832825?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116566792835832825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=116566792835832825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/116566792835832825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/116566792835832825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2006/12/why-me-why-do-i-even-bother.html' title='Why me?'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31053374.post-116324573351391770</id><published>2006-11-11T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T13:06:41.122+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halt-the psycho rambles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schoolie: Reluctant'/><title type='text'>Chaite</title><content type='html'>Wahehehe! Kakagaling lng sa shooting... nkakapagod, puro lakad (walking distance daw XDDD). Hanggang ngaun nde pa kmi tapos... sa bgay editor lng nmn aq... so... un na un...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cha! Iniba koh na ung skin koh! Ako mismo gumawa niyan, I'm so proud!!! Hehe... sa totoo lng dati koh pa 2 ginawa... para sa neopets koh nga ito, eh (tignan niyo parehong-pareho, as in!) Oh well. Ok lng at least aq pa rin gumawa.... grabe! Tinatamad na kaagad aq... Cge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31053374-116324573351391770?l=shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116324573351391770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31053374&amp;postID=116324573351391770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/116324573351391770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31053374/posts/default/116324573351391770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shacklesoftheheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/chaite-wahehehe-kakagaling-lng-sa.html' title='Chaite'/><author><name>Karla V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06114874080047786949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o274/sasha_wypa/e8b3c025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
