<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722295802071711811</id><updated>2012-01-06T22:33:24.846+04:00</updated><category term='randomness'/><category term='silly'/><category term='nostalgia'/><category term='polynia'/><category term='plans'/><category term='infatuation'/><category term='introduction'/><category term='pride'/><category term='funny'/><category term='news'/><category term='movies'/><category term='Lucid dreaming'/><category term='hott'/><category term='Heroes'/><category term='uninspired'/><category term='flight'/><category term='moment'/><category term='art'/><category term='hair'/><category term='horror'/><category term='adjustments'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='waist deep'/><category term='notice'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='internet'/><category term='etisalat'/><category term='procrastination'/><category term='greetings'/><category term='review'/><category term='misfortunes'/><category term='past'/><category term='days'/><category term='humor'/><category term='friends'/><category term='vanity'/><category term='sin'/><category term='hygiene'/><category term='amnesia'/><category term='invincibility'/><category term='liberty'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='stress'/><category term='boredom'/><category term='telekinesis'/><category term='chill'/><category term='psychological evaluation'/><category term='catachresis'/><category term='super strength'/><category term='experience'/><category term='Dream Induced Lucid Dream'/><category term='school'/><category term='joy'/><category term='super powers'/><category term='wonderful'/><category term='sorrow'/><category term='television'/><category term='DILD'/><category term='life'/><category term='hangout'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='crap'/><category term='unsatisfactory'/><category term='facts'/><category term='entertainment'/><category term='pain'/><category term='Wake Initiated Lucid Dream'/><category term='WILD'/><category term='hilarious'/><category term='love'/><category term='egoism'/><title type='text'>Le Sexy Times</title><subtitle type='html'>HELLO THIS IS MY THOUGHTS ON A PAGE I HOPE U LIEK.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MutedscreaM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722295802071711811.post-6657875981399335765</id><published>2009-08-24T18:16:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T18:19:56.617+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psychological evaluation'/><title type='text'>Why do we think people change?</title><content type='html'>Once judgments have been made, opinions have altered hence giving us the impression that people have changed. Most of the time, these things are left unsaid whether you care or not because they either 1) expect you to read their mind&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;2) they're too selfish they can't even admit it subconsciously,&lt;br /&gt;and therefore leaving us with no choice but to move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722295802071711811-6657875981399335765?l=brandawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6657875981399335765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2722295802071711811&amp;postID=6657875981399335765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/6657875981399335765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/6657875981399335765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-do-we-think-people-change.html' title='Why do we think people change?'/><author><name>MutedscreaM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722295802071711811.post-3779169179244994032</id><published>2009-08-04T00:10:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T00:46:23.782+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infatuation'/><title type='text'>Step by step: How to become Infatuated and vice-versa</title><content type='html'>Ever wondered how to control your emotions? Especially what makes your 'heart' tick? Infatuation yo, that's the shii I'm talking about yo. Now, read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brandon's step by step how to become infatuated and gtfo it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1: Spontaneously visualize a hotttttttt potential lover smiling at you. (Preferably someone who has Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: Smile back&lt;br /&gt;Step 3: Exaggerate following emotions (the hook point)&lt;br /&gt;Step 4: Speak in your mind saying, "I am In love"&lt;br /&gt;Step 5: Think about her and fantasize.&lt;br /&gt;Step 6: Believe that you're in love with him/her and start obsessing and stalking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How to gtfo infatuation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1: Visualize the same person.&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: Don't smile (Frowning is most preferable)&lt;br /&gt;Step 3: Exaggerate no emotions and hell, hate on him/her if you could.&lt;br /&gt;Step 4: Feel numb yet? (hook out point)&lt;br /&gt;Step 5: Come up with all the other person's flaws you could think of. The more unrealistic, the better! Like a moustache between his/her toes or something or a hairy gum.&lt;br /&gt;Step 6: Visualize the person shitting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722295802071711811-3779169179244994032?l=brandawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3779169179244994032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2722295802071711811&amp;postID=3779169179244994032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/3779169179244994032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/3779169179244994032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/2009/08/step-by-step-how-to-become-infatuated.html' title='Step by step: How to become Infatuated and vice-versa'/><author><name>MutedscreaM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722295802071711811.post-2738051339230954763</id><published>2008-11-22T15:58:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T16:05:19.240+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wake Initiated Lucid Dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dream Induced Lucid Dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DILD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lucid dreaming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WILD'/><title type='text'>2 Lucid Dreams in a row and my first WILD ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;DILD &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Dream-Induced-Lucid-Dream)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emotional state:&lt;/span&gt; Normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just realized I was in a dream scene, it was my neighbourhood.. I performed the hand reality check and confirmed I was dreaming then stabilized it by rubbing my hands together and looking at the surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked to the nearby construction site, I didn't have full control over myself at that time so it didn't feel like I was really walking, but it felt like I was floating in air. In order to enter the construction site, I had to almost make an effort to make a left turn. I entered and since it was empty, I decided to summon my friend using the passive control method. I summoned X by saying "X should be here by now, I asked her to meet me here." then there she was, she entered the dream scene and walked towards me as I did the same. I spoke to her and looked at her face and noticed inaccurate details of her face. What did I do wrong? Have I doubted the passive control method? Everything else went scary from this point, I must have messed up at one point or maybe I wasn't lucid enough. So, we were standing on a platform. She walked down and headed somewhere, an open space - it was kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I followed and I found her head lying on the ground, facing me. It scared the shit out of me so I couldn't move. This is when I realized I wasn't fully lucid cause I couldn't control everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream faded.. My eyes were still closed and I didn't move a muscle and tried recall every single detail about the previous lucid dream. Afterwards, I tried to FILD (Finger Induced Lucid Dream) and flickered my fingers slowly, in order, one by one. For 10 seconds, I didn't get suck into a dreamscape so I gave it up and got up instead. I blew my nose in the toilet so I could breathe properly when I go back to bed and resorting to WILD for my only hope for another Lucid Dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to bed, just laid down, relaxed, breathe properly and let go. I saw some hypnagogic imagery when my mind was about to fall asleep out but I didn't pass out and my mind was conscious again then unsurprisingly, I experienced strong vibrations startomg from my legs crawling up to my upper body. I thought to myself, am I WILD-ing? I was surprised how early it occured though. It looks like my WILD attempts in the past were worth the effort and time. From this point, I tried not to be overwhelmed so I just relaxed and let myself go. I was unsure what happened then, I felt like I was sucked in, I wasn't sure if it was first hallucinations or not, then images started to form, I lost all my real body senses and found myself in a dream scene. The feeling was wonderful.. I had entered the dream directly from a waking state. Not only it was a dream, but I was also lucid which means I have full control over my dream body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;WBTB&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Wake Back to Bed)&lt;/span&gt;/WILD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Wake Initiated Lucid Dream)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emotional state:&lt;/span&gt; Fairly overwhelmed and excited but I managed to suppress it to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, It was surprisingly very vivid, even more vivid than most of my DILD's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself in a bathroom.. with a bare naked girl lying in the tub who didn't look familiar to me. I felt like I was in a pr0n or something but I didn't really want to do anything  so I opened the door on the right and summoned a random guy and it was someone I recognized(lolol) he entered and did what he was supposed to do. I was there, witnessing the scene. I must say it was extremely boring. I waited until everything was over, it only took a few mins to finish. It was funny, there was an alarm all over the placeand I heard the sounds of the authorities running towards the place, banging like mad men on the door(They reminded me of Agent Smiths). I left the bathroom to escape this horrifying moment and discovered it was some kind of hotel. I hid beside the closet then closed my eyes to teleport myself somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;SFX:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Zkkk.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh? It was another hotel room that looked very similar to the previous one but it had a different room number so I was certain I succeeded on teleporting to a different place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had entered a door and found my bed room, there was my sister, Kim, reading her book of 'Eclipse'. Meh, I thought to myself, I'll go somewhere else.. As soon as I turned around, I recognized my living room. I headed to the door to exit my flat and told my mom, who was busy on the laptop that I would just chill outside with a couple of friends, she didn't respond and I felt ignored by the dream character. I was in a huge relief when I left my flat. I went to the elevator and found BJ, who's a friend of mine and some strangers behind him. BJ's face was accurately detailed. He sported spikes and he looked exactly the same as the real person I know. We greeted each other and that was it. A stranger asked me about my cousin, I told him I haven't heard of him anymore. He looked unfamiliar although he claimed we knew each other. So, nevermind. On to the ground floor, I found Keshera and Joey aka James. We spoke for a bit and I told them I was thirsty for an adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard someone called me 'daddy' nearby. It was a given nickname by a friend. I'm sure of who it was. The voice came from a window at 4th floor, I was certain it was Shane's voice. I looked above me and it was her. I attempted to fly by just jumping but failed. I gave more effort, concentrated and lifted my legs slowly and I slowly floated in the air, escalating high and above. I landed on the roof and realized I was on top of a Mosque? I heard somebody running up the stairs, it was Mhia, another friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She asked me how I got here,&lt;br /&gt;I replied. "I got ninja skillz, parkour maybe..".&lt;br /&gt;She replied, "Yuck."&lt;br /&gt;Me, "Yuck? No, it's cool. By the way, I really flew here."&lt;br /&gt;She replied again, "O RLY?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she headed back down stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Action begins here ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few seconds, I heard somebody walking on the stairs, heading up to the roof. I saw Mr. Andrew(A music teacher at my school) with an angry look on his face but I was clueless why. He was wearing a long sleeved, collared, vertical striped shirt or simply, let's say polo, with a black tie. He sported a thick moustache and a terrible, messed up hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He asked me, "Brandon, why are you here?"&lt;br /&gt;"Not your business, Sir, I was just chilling here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I needed to run away so I used my handy telekinesis(or let's say Force for Star Wars fans out there) and pushed him away. I gladly watched him flew away like a ragdoll and he crashed like a bad mother on the ground. He got even angrier then he used pyrokinesis(fire) on me so I used cyrokinesis(ice) for the first time to counter the attack. I succeeded on my 2nd attempt while shouting 'Ice!' he lost balance and I ran in the hall. There was window, I jumped off it, broke the glasses, at a great height and we both landed in a lower platform. I couldn't run away from his as he was too fast so I confronted him instead. He pulled both his green and red light saber as I pulled my blue one and we had a lame slashing moment for a little while until my dream faded due to my phone ringing. This is where it ends. Damn phone, I really should've left it on silent mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Le fin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emotional state:&lt;/span&gt; Pissed at the person who was calling me but happy with the lucid dream and achieving the WILD method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722295802071711811-2738051339230954763?l=brandawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2738051339230954763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2722295802071711811&amp;postID=2738051339230954763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/2738051339230954763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/2738051339230954763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/2008/11/2-lucid-dreams-in-row-and-my-first-wild.html' title='2 Lucid Dreams in a row and my first WILD ever'/><author><name>MutedscreaM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722295802071711811.post-4366200130600971913</id><published>2008-10-02T21:04:00.012+04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T22:14:42.774+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lucid dreaming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heroes'/><title type='text'>dreaming lucid, lucid dreaming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.northendyoga.com/yahoo_site_admin/assets/images/time_square_yoga.173174529_std.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.northendyoga.com/yahoo_site_admin/assets/images/time_square_yoga.173174529_std.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night's lucid dream was sick! Talk about freezing time and teleporting to Time Square, telekinesis my personal favourite and other superpowers you could imagine from NBC's TV series entitled &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Heroes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After a long-ass dream, I spontaneously realized and came to my senses that I might have been dreaming all along. I did a reality check with my hands to confirm my dream state, however it failed but I wasn't fooled by it so I decided to try another reality check by using the 'blocking my nostrils and trying to breathe through it' reality check technique. It worked and the fact that I knew I was lucid left me fairly excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I looked up and saw Danilo. Oh, by looking at him, how he reminds me of the SAT's, USA and Heroes. I explained to him in brief that this was all just a dream and that he's just a so-so character generated by my subconscious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;There was little talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I teleported both of us to Time Square and he was amazed that such things were possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Indeed, it's a dream of course."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a random flash/cut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This is where the action begins..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I found myself running from a bunch of agents chasing after me. I used my telekinesis to get rid of them all and fire and ice. Fun, I felt so much like Sylar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am power hungry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(Go watch Season 3 of Heroes, it's out now.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722295802071711811-4366200130600971913?l=brandawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4366200130600971913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2722295802071711811&amp;postID=4366200130600971913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/4366200130600971913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/4366200130600971913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/2008/10/dreaming-lucid-lucid-dreaming.html' title='dreaming lucid, lucid dreaming'/><author><name>MutedscreaM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722295802071711811.post-4542820880892398248</id><published>2008-09-29T17:58:00.013+04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T22:48:26.183+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waist deep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><title type='text'>waist deep in my mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RjfjH5-Vj_Q/SOUXG1CyBTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/owhAJwNlprc/s1600-h/linus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RjfjH5-Vj_Q/SOUXG1CyBTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/owhAJwNlprc/s320/linus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252629946482951474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyday it's nothing new,&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow will be the same,&lt;br /&gt;perhaps a different scene but nothing new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live through the same days,&lt;br /&gt;I go to the place I call home,&lt;br /&gt;no matter which route I take, it will always be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reminiscing, time-traveling in my mind, the past drops by,&lt;br /&gt;stimulated by the joy of good ol' memories with good people,&lt;br /&gt;the feeling and the flashbacks lasts, it's nothing new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch a non-existent scene during my day dream,&lt;br /&gt;spontaneously interrupted, back to reality it's nothing new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing seems to change, we know it's nothing new,&lt;br /&gt;we live through the same days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;facts and doubts affecting how we correlate with the world,&lt;br /&gt;unstable lifestyles, music tastes, judgments and opinions,&lt;br /&gt;this is how we grow, it's nothing new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we live through these typical days,&lt;br /&gt;we never realize we're the one transforming,&lt;br /&gt;don't give it a thought, it's nothing new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722295802071711811-4542820880892398248?l=brandawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4542820880892398248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2722295802071711811&amp;postID=4542820880892398248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/4542820880892398248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/4542820880892398248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/2008/09/waist-deep-in-my-mind.html' title='waist deep in my mind'/><author><name>MutedscreaM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RjfjH5-Vj_Q/SOUXG1CyBTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/owhAJwNlprc/s72-c/linus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722295802071711811.post-6083584996784099755</id><published>2007-10-13T00:03:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T09:02:57.853+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super strength'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='invincibility'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='telekinesis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DILD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super powers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lucid dreaming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flight'/><title type='text'>My first ever Lucid Dream</title><content type='html'>11/10/07 - My first ever DILD (Dream Induced Lucid Dream)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dream, I awoke from a sleep with my 2 childhood friends in my room. I suddenly became aware that I was dreaming therefore I was Lucid so I did some reality checks on my hands then I saw I had less or more fingers. I plugged my nose and inhaled to make sure, I felt the air that I inhaled so I was like "oh crap! I'm dreaming! It's time to have some great adventures and show my two DC friends that I've some kind of supernatural abilities! haha!". So, I felt excited, but I tried to stabilize my dream and calmed myself. I showed them the power of telekinesis and they were like "oh gosh, how did you do that!" and I was like "It's me of course, the new superhero of the town." XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I practiced my powers for a while with my DC friends: Gean and Melwyn, they were still in awe and it was fairly humorous. After showing off and stuff, the scene faded and we were teleported to a beach with some people and friends. I saw some people on a  ferry, I felt kinda bored so I decided to use my telekinesis to do crazy stuff that only caught the attention of the Dream Characters when they saw a similar scene to the infamous Titanic incident but instead of it being a ship, it was just a small ferry. I was just there grinning and watching the ferry sink whilst people falling off. I then kept checking my hands if I was still dreaming because I realized that my powers are limited to an extent.. I wonder why? Perhaps because I'm becoming less Lucid and the dream is becoming less vivid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scene faded again and it was night time. I received the news from Dream characters: Micah and Richard that some of the DC characters has betrayed my DC friends: Gean and Melwyn. They were taken hostage so I decided to become a hero and save them despite the fact that I'm losing my telekinetic powers for some reason. So, I jumped up to the night sky and was swimming on air because it was my first time to fly in a dream and I had no idea how to fly at all but I did anyway. I went to the beach and the huts where my DC friends were held hostages. I broke in the doors and negotiated for a little. They wouldn't tell me where they are so I showed them the hard way. I tried to use my telekinesis but it didn't work(why?), a guy held my arms for the other guy to hit me, I just calmed down, believing that I'm invincible and that I had super strength the punch didn't affect me at all. I kicked the guy who punched me and he flew metres away and I grappled the guy who grabbed me and threw him miles away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slowly became less Lucid after that, I tried to attain it by rubbing my hands together to stabilize it and remain Lucid but I saw some sort main menu screen in my dream like tricking me that this was a game although I knew it wasn't.. The dream faded and I knew that I was about to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened my eyes with a huge grin on my face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722295802071711811-6083584996784099755?l=brandawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6083584996784099755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2722295802071711811&amp;postID=6083584996784099755&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/6083584996784099755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/6083584996784099755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-first-ever-lucid-dream.html' title='My first ever Lucid Dream'/><author><name>MutedscreaM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722295802071711811.post-7827947204297775764</id><published>2007-10-06T16:54:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T17:41:23.175+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lucid dreaming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><title type='text'>Lucid Dreaming</title><content type='html'>Lately, I've been really interested in Lucid Dreaming. Lucid Dreaming(LD) is basically knowing that you're dreaming. You don't really have to be aware to be Lucid but awareness helps too to achieve that state. There are plenty of techniques to achieve this such as DILD, FILD, WILD, MILD and etc. In your Lucid dream state, you can do anything! Imagine that! Even things that you can't do in real life such as flying, killing dream characters(HAHAHA), time travel, summoning a giant monster or a dream character and you can even go anywhere you want but just believe in it. Everything's possible since it's your mind. Exciting isn't it? By the way, lucid dreaming was scientifically proven and I know many people who has achieved LD's and mastered it and thus arguement is pointless here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was young, I always wanted to enter fantasy and experience a great adventure or fly, have superhuman powers and do the impossible things that I can't do in real life so I decided to give it a shot. I practice techniques such as DILD and WILD every night and I even kept a dream journal just to improve my dream recall. Dream recalling is being able to remember your dreams at night and this will help me to remember my dreams and recognize dream signs to determine if I am dreaming or not. I also do some reality checks whenever I feel I'm in a dream state, and I'd do the same thing in my dream just to check if I was dreaming or not and if I noticed something odd or abnormal which is for example: I looked at my hands and checked if the details were correct and normal but I saw 1 finger less or extra and then I realize I'm dreaming! After realising that, I know I'm dreaming and I take full control of the dream. That's Lucid Dreaming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are natural lucid dreamers and most of us aren't but LD's learnable for everyone. It's not impossible to achieve it. It takes patience though, it takes just some time for others to achieve it but takes a long time for others. If you're motivated, you can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to those who are interested!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722295802071711811-7827947204297775764?l=brandawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7827947204297775764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2722295802071711811&amp;postID=7827947204297775764&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/7827947204297775764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/7827947204297775764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/2007/10/lucid-dreaming.html' title='Lucid Dreaming'/><author><name>MutedscreaM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722295802071711811.post-6110474901762074480</id><published>2007-08-24T22:31:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T09:14:36.727+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wonderful'/><title type='text'>Wonderful facts about today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The following facts are in order:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I got up from my holy bed only to discover that it was already 6:22 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have an annoying pimple on my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I turned on my pc and I did my usual stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I had a blistering shower. After taking a shower, I came back to see what the hell's up with my computer and who messaged me, but the next thing I know, it was off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I tried to investigated what the hell on Zion happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nobody knows. Nobody cares. Who's THE ONE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My CPU temperature is so low that the minimum temperature is 70 C and maximum temperature is 98 C and I've no idea when it overheats and shuts down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Parents agrees with computer and tells me that it's a sign that I should stop using the computer and rest it for a while. Plus, I received an extra lecturing as if it's my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Then I say wha? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Someone left the tv on. I had to off it by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The following facts I learned are in random order:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- People change every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- War transform you into a beast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Long distance friendship is difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- People change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm in a bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Blogger's being a pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I don't care about your opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The worse things in the past doesn't matter as long as you live more better things in the present.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722295802071711811-6110474901762074480?l=brandawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6110474901762074480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2722295802071711811&amp;postID=6110474901762074480&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/6110474901762074480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/6110474901762074480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/2007/08/wonderful-facts-about-today.html' title='Wonderful facts about today'/><author><name>MutedscreaM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722295802071711811.post-5507938412211225977</id><published>2007-08-17T14:16:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T14:44:58.933+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><title type='text'>The sexy is back!</title><content type='html'>Hello readers and my fellow bloggers, How's everyone doing? I hope you're all doing well. I'm pretty good, I'm just glad to say that my computer's back and working and I thought I should resume blogging because it feels hollow. I wasn't able to mention what happened because my main local drive C: was corrupted due to power interruption or whatever happened days ago. I also realized that it was really difficult to live my life and summer holidays without my computer and the internet. I just felt lifeless these past few days that's all but of course along with other many reasons of which I want to keep it just for myself. However, sad to say that all my files in local drive C: were erased because I had no choice but to reformat my main drive. I made a mistake saving all my important files in drive C: so yeah, I kissed all my important files and pictures goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago was my birthday and I turned 15, I want to give my special thanks and love to everyone who greeted me on that day and after, and to those who went to sexy party with me and DDR'd with me, that was bloody sexy. I also want to apologize for those who I forgot to invite on my birthday. I love you, I just ran out of credits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'll resume blogging from now on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722295802071711811-5507938412211225977?l=brandawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5507938412211225977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2722295802071711811&amp;postID=5507938412211225977&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/5507938412211225977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/5507938412211225977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/2007/08/sexy-is-back.html' title='The sexy is back!'/><author><name>MutedscreaM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722295802071711811.post-7621104173090752341</id><published>2007-08-05T10:57:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T16:10:53.677+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hygiene'/><title type='text'>Short hair</title><content type='html'>I had a haircut just two days ago after two months of growing my hair due to laziness, and I like it short and clean. No more bothersome hairdo. The picture on the top seems short but it's longer than it seems to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722295802071711811-7621104173090752341?l=brandawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7621104173090752341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2722295802071711811&amp;postID=7621104173090752341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/7621104173090752341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/7621104173090752341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/2007/08/short-hair.html' title='Short hair'/><author><name>MutedscreaM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722295802071711811.post-1171431641532813321</id><published>2007-07-20T18:44:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T11:28:33.749+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><title type='text'>Oversleep ?</title><content type='html'>Today, I fairly much overslept for 12 hours. I slept at 5 am and woke up at 5 pm. Needless to say that I had a couple of dreams and liked it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722295802071711811-1171431641532813321?l=brandawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1171431641532813321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2722295802071711811&amp;postID=1171431641532813321&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/1171431641532813321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/1171431641532813321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/2007/07/sleep.html' title='Oversleep ?'/><author><name>MutedscreaM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722295802071711811.post-8211355909796456402</id><published>2007-07-20T00:40:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T00:46:38.735+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Why did the chicken cross the road?</title><content type='html'>Why did the chicken cross the road?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The chicken crossed the road because it was blonde&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame, I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722295802071711811-8211355909796456402?l=brandawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/feeds/8211355909796456402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2722295802071711811&amp;postID=8211355909796456402&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/8211355909796456402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/8211355909796456402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/2007/07/why-did-chicken-cross-road.html' title='Why did the chicken cross the road?'/><author><name>MutedscreaM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722295802071711811.post-6753982223041695603</id><published>2007-07-19T23:41:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T02:45:19.564+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hott'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Transformers</title><content type='html'>I've never bothered writing reviews about movies in the past but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Transformers&lt;/span&gt; is an exception. Transformers, one of the most anticipated fanboy movies of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Transformers&lt;/span&gt; with some of my friends last Monday at the cinema and I thought that the movie was great and entertaining, although, I thought that the movie was fairly off-topic with its unrealistic plot. I expected more about the storyline and history of autobots and decepticons but although it didn't focus on what I expected it turned out to be entertaining with the action and comedy bits. I thought that the CGI was really impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie focuses on the main character, Sam Witwicky&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Shia LaBeouf)&lt;/span&gt; and his discovery of the autobots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, the main characters were likable especially Megan Fox, oohh, just hot. Oh, and Shia LaBeouf was funny throughout the movie. The autobots were cool too, they were awesome! For some reason, my fascination with cars were revived after seeing the goodies and the Camaro. I won't delve into details because I don't want to spoil your fun if you haven't watched it yet and if you're planning to do so. The comedy bits and action sequences were sure fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I really enjoyed the movie and I wouldn't mind seeing it again next time with a couple of friends. I loved it! It was well worth my time. I recommend you to see it, whether you're a Transformers fan or not!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722295802071711811-6753982223041695603?l=brandawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6753982223041695603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2722295802071711811&amp;postID=6753982223041695603&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/6753982223041695603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/6753982223041695603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/2007/07/transformers.html' title='Transformers'/><author><name>MutedscreaM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722295802071711811.post-4770037481341128173</id><published>2007-07-07T23:12:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T23:25:41.952+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uninspired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unsatisfactory'/><title type='text'>Transfer</title><content type='html'>I was uninspired for two consecutive days which is why I haven't posted anything interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously want to transfer to another school. I'm so sick of TWS. I've been studying there since Grade 3 and I'm tired of it. Sigh. It's just so boring. Everything are always the same each year. Well, I'm going to discuss this issue with my parents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722295802071711811-4770037481341128173?l=brandawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4770037481341128173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2722295802071711811&amp;postID=4770037481341128173&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/4770037481341128173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/4770037481341128173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/2007/07/transfer.html' title='Transfer'/><author><name>MutedscreaM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722295802071711811.post-7235528262279461077</id><published>2007-07-05T01:40:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T01:46:48.890+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><title type='text'>Silly old blog</title><content type='html'>I found this silly old thing lying around my ultimately, forsaken bookmark list: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;http://1n0nlyme.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722295802071711811-7235528262279461077?l=brandawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7235528262279461077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2722295802071711811&amp;postID=7235528262279461077&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/7235528262279461077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/7235528262279461077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/2007/07/silly-old-blog.html' title='Silly old blog'/><author><name>MutedscreaM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722295802071711811.post-426077232734221696</id><published>2007-07-05T01:27:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T01:47:37.469+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plans'/><title type='text'>Picnic plan</title><content type='html'>I and a few friends planned a picnic event next week and precisely, held on the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;9th of July, Monday at Al-Mamzar Beach Park&lt;/span&gt;. I'm looking forward next week and hopefully, it'll turn out at least pretty well and smooth. Hope to see most of you there as I will be expecting you. It's an open event so feel free to invite your friends and lovers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722295802071711811-426077232734221696?l=brandawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/feeds/426077232734221696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2722295802071711811&amp;postID=426077232734221696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/426077232734221696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/426077232734221696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/2007/07/picnic-plan.html' title='Picnic plan'/><author><name>MutedscreaM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722295802071711811.post-7583865678556949545</id><published>2007-07-05T00:54:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T03:06:41.792+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adjustments'/><title type='text'>Adjustments</title><content type='html'>It's 12:54 am, the clock is ticking, I'm up and it's pretty late. I'm supposed to be sleeping at this time because I have to wake up early, but before that I reckon to write a blog entry about stuff that bothered me or left me curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things has changed, a lot, maybe especially when you experience new and different things in life or stress or when you get into all sorts of relationships with friends and lovers. I miss the old, innocent days when I used to view the world as pure, kind and cool where I have nothing to worry about but homework. Now that I'm growing older, things are changing, my views, but I'm still myself, I might have changed too as well, and you too, ofcourse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First ever realization was when I was sick. Everytime fever hits me, I recover and my outlook of the world changed. Sounds weird but I don't know. It must be some sort of hormone function stuff I guess. I'm not sure and my body's really fit and healthy this year so I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, past experiences, especially the previous two years. I experienced an oil tank of stress that made me forget many special events that occured before 2004, funny and weird it seems. I moved on from all the experiences but then I realized that it made a huge impact on me especially some things but I don't know particular which. Sigh, I don't know. Leave it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, present relationships. My friends, most of them are leaving, some left already. Most of them being asses right now. People come and go but hell, that sucks. I say keep in touch if you're reading right now and much love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently adjusting. I usually have someone to talk to at this time of the midnight but that person's gone and hopefully, temporary. Oh, yes, I found a way to go back in time but I won't. ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laziness arrived, knocked at my door angrily. I shall go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722295802071711811-7583865678556949545?l=brandawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7583865678556949545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2722295802071711811&amp;postID=7583865678556949545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/7583865678556949545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/7583865678556949545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/2007/07/adjustments.html' title='Adjustments'/><author><name>MutedscreaM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722295802071711811.post-8768860935729677659</id><published>2007-07-03T20:31:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T02:21:12.195+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><title type='text'>Traveler</title><content type='html'>Out of boredom, I recently discovered a show called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Traveler&lt;/span&gt; by ABC(American Broadcasting Company). I'm hooked already after watching the Pilot episode and I've been watching it ever since. The plot and twists were well-written, cinematography's awesome and every next episode makes it even more interesting and exciting. So far they only aired 6 episodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, again, I'm too lazy to write my own review or the plot summary so I decided to copy paste from the show's official site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How well do you know your friends? Would you bet your life on it? After spending every minute of the last two years living, working, and partying together, grad-school students Jay Burchell, Tyler Fog and Will Traveler depart on a cross-country road trip. But when an innocent prank at one of New York's oldest art museums coincides with the bombing of the iconic building, Jay and Tyler are blamed for the terrorist attack and realize that their "friend" Will may have been the one who framed them. Unable to find Will or any evidence that the Will Traveler they knew even existed, Jay and Tyler are forced to flee the city and go on the run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, hunted by the F.B.I. as domestic terrorists, the friends must rely on each other to elude capture, while trying desperately to prove their innocence by answering two questions -- Who is Will Traveler? Why did he do this to them? Jay and Tyler search for clues both in the present and the past, and slowly unravel a conspiracy that involves their friends and family members and calls into question the very nature of American democracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director David Nutter, who has defined many hit series including "The X-Files," "Without a Trace" and "Supernatural," along with the writer of "Eight Below" (David DiGilio) and the Oscar-winning producers of "American Beauty" (Dan Jinks and Bruce Cohen), combine "The Fugitive" and "Enemy of the State" into a taut, tense thriller about innocents on the run. This action-packed drama taps into 21st century paranoia with provocative themes, complex characters and pure adrenaline-fueled entertainment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722295802071711811-8768860935729677659?l=brandawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/feeds/8768860935729677659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2722295802071711811&amp;postID=8768860935729677659&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/8768860935729677659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/8768860935729677659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/2007/07/traveler-abc-show.html' title='Traveler'/><author><name>MutedscreaM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722295802071711811.post-2618931581629751061</id><published>2007-07-02T12:21:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T02:58:00.899+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>Subject: Jess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/629/picture86eh0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/629/picture86eh0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An incomplete work of mine. Subject is Jessica and no, she's not my love lol. It's inaccurate so shut up and I've always been unorthodox when it comes to art. I never followed any sort of rules when drawing so don't rape me with the comments. I'm lazy to use to scanner. Perhaps, I'll upload the scanned version later, maybe. This wasn't drawn recently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722295802071711811-2618931581629751061?l=brandawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2618931581629751061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2722295802071711811&amp;postID=2618931581629751061&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/2618931581629751061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/2618931581629751061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/2007/07/drawing.html' title='Subject: Jess'/><author><name>MutedscreaM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722295802071711811.post-3178078650303579734</id><published>2007-07-02T12:18:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T13:02:16.254+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>Love is a temporary insanity triggered by hormones. It's a dirty trick on us to produce off-springs and continue the human race.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722295802071711811-3178078650303579734?l=brandawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3178078650303579734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2722295802071711811&amp;postID=3178078650303579734&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/3178078650303579734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/3178078650303579734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/2007/07/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>MutedscreaM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722295802071711811.post-4621651232211705313</id><published>2007-07-02T11:43:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T15:34:44.500+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amnesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horror'/><title type='text'>Amnesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Is it a dream, a nightmare or a reality?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place was quiet and peaceful. I was walking in the hallway and suddenly, this punk came out of nowhere and started mocking me and pushed me. I dropped what I was holding, my guitar picks and I managed to pick up most of them from the ground but this bastard picked some of them too and told me that I better get them from him. The moment paused and then I heard a sudden crash on the door. It was broken down. I was too far away to know what's going on. I was shocked and I didn't know what to do. I ran towards the disturbing noise and I there I saw men vandalizing the place until I saw a guy eating another guy's neck. I realized that they were freaking zombies and I'm in danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appeared out of nowhere, a place with a group or gang where we discussed a couple of things about the current situation. I recognized my friend, Melvin and started telling me about this punk I came across earlier whose name is Chibi and is really a psychotic freakazoid. He told me where I could find my stuff and get them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a moment at McDonald's not too long ago or should I say one that happened before the event. My mind was blurred, I couldn't remember anything. I just remember that I was in a car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tick-tock'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time's running out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appeared out of nowhere again. Everything inside was made in wood and the light was yellow. I actually don't remember anything much other than that. I recognized a couple of faces around me. Melvin, Janine, Michelle and a guy called Robert. Michelle disappeared, I realized this is all like a virtual game but is actual reality. She was standing in on corner whilst the massive area was invaded with flesh-eating zombies. I ran to her to save her but she said she didn't have enough credits left so it's okay. I replied with a nod and ran straight ahead to the door with my other friends. I found Carl, he was like the main guy or was acting as the leader of the gang. He said he forgot about Sattar and he was sorry. The door led to a small boat then we left the horror island or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Flashback-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked inside the waiting room to find Chibi. I asked him for my picks and told him  that I received them as a gift from my mother. He neglected and instead asked me the weirdest question of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"How would you kill a man? with a knife or with a fork?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"With a knife"&lt;/span&gt; I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me in the eyes and said no. He seems disappointed. That psychotic, twisted bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I write every sentence, I remember more. This is getting weirder and creepier than it seems to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember before this event, I was sent to kill somebody but that's the only thing I remember since I suffer from amnesia. I actually remember Jodasche sms'd me and then Jessica. I couldn't believe my eyes and out of curiosity; I asked no one but the air and myself &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Why would she sms me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized this is weird shit and asked Jodasche if he was messing with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was more to that but I won't delve to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't blame me if it sounds lame. After all, it's just my dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722295802071711811-4621651232211705313?l=brandawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4621651232211705313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2722295802071711811&amp;postID=4621651232211705313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/4621651232211705313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/4621651232211705313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/2007/07/amnesia.html' title='Amnesia'/><author><name>MutedscreaM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722295802071711811.post-5601684044004071882</id><published>2007-06-25T02:35:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T15:16:07.783+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catachresis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>Lately</title><content type='html'>The past few days I've been chilling and slacking off all the time, texting, watching tv, playing basketball, hanging out with my mates, communicating with lost friends and current beloved folks, I, showing some love and affection to people. I've also been listening to Skillet the whole week until now. I love their music 'cause somehow I can relate to their songs/lyrics. My favorite songs of theirs as of now are &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The older I get&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight:italic;"&gt;Yours to hold&lt;/span&gt;, two of their soft and touchy songs. Cheers to Carl for telling me about the band. I recommend their music to all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, was a good day. It was a farewell day for Janine and Michelle and a birthday celebration day for Kwan, I think. It made me happy at least because it's been a while since we all hooked up and chilled. I spent the whole day with my friends and I had fun from all the random laughter, talk and walk, writing, watching Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, the cuddles &amp; huggles, played pool, teasings and etc. After some random chat in the food court, Issa and Saad suddenly disappeared then we had a little more chit-chat and fun. We were then seperated because of several reasons. [Insert cut-scene here :b]then we all said goodbye. I waited in line for taxi with my other mates, Danilo and Arso. Our little chit-chat whilst waiting was also fun and was quite of an entertainment then we took a taxi home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, it was a great day. I'm happy because it was such a great pleasure to hangout with my friends but I'm also sad because I hate to see Janine and Michelle leave, we all do. Sigh, damn it, I really wish for a time travel portal and change everything. ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. And no, my posts aren't meant to be ostentatious, Issa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I decided to keep it to a minimum level.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722295802071711811-5601684044004071882?l=brandawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5601684044004071882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2722295802071711811&amp;postID=5601684044004071882&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/5601684044004071882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/5601684044004071882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-have-i-been-up-to-lately.html' title='Lately'/><author><name>MutedscreaM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722295802071711811.post-8004751329206176405</id><published>2007-06-25T01:22:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T12:13:06.092+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='egoism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sin'/><title type='text'>Vanity and egoism</title><content type='html'>Our topic for today is vanity. It made me think twice or maybe thrice when I and Janine was talking about it earlier informally, so I thought and asked myself, is vanity really an important issue to the world's modern society or not? I think it is, because it affects and harms our personality, self-trait and our attitude towards others, respect, and is considered stereotypical and some are really sensitive about this issue especially overweight, short, very tall people or whoever. For hell's sake we should all act mature and view each other equally not others inferior to us. Looks are just display and doesn't really prove much of what we are and who we are. We're all like books and our looks are the cover. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Don't judge a book by it's cover, real beauty is in the inside.&lt;/span&gt; But I'm not saying that you should stop taking photos of you for myspace or facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Secondly, this is not a defensive post or whatsoever or target locked to a specific person, If I somewhat offended you, I apologize for that for I didn't mean to, I'm just sharing my knowledge. I've always been anti-vanity type of person ever since I knew it was wrong and ever since I realized it was an obsession to our own image and when I realized it was a sin because it displays &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;pride&lt;/span&gt;(one of the seven deadly sins) and selfishness. I admit I was vain too once but that's another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you see, I'm very much against it, although, I don't care if my friends are vain or what, I accept who and what they are and it's not that bad or a big deal since vanity nowadays, is considered normal for people our age group, at least, that's what I think. This post was to decrease vanity in today's society and to help others understand that it's a really sensitive issue to others. Feel free to flame me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In conventional parlance, vanity is the excessive belief in one's own abilities or attractiveness to others. In some religious preachings, vanity is considered a form of self-idolatry, in which one rejects God for the sake of one's own image, and thereby becomes divorced from the graces of God. The stories of Lucifer and Narcissus (who gave us the term narcissism), and others, attend to a pernicious aspect of vanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philosophically-speaking, vanity may refer to a broader sense of egoism and pride. Friedrich Nietzsche wrote that "vanity is the fear of appearing original: it is thus a lack of pride, but not necessarily a lack of originality."[1] One of Mason Cooley's aphorisms is "Vanity well fed is benevolent. Vanity hungry is spiteful."[2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In early Christian teachings vanity is considered an example of pride, one of the seven deadly sins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, whatever, vanity, what you feel is not confidence but arrogance and pride in you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722295802071711811-8004751329206176405?l=brandawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/feeds/8004751329206176405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2722295802071711811&amp;postID=8004751329206176405&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/8004751329206176405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/8004751329206176405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/2007/06/vanity.html' title='Vanity and egoism'/><author><name>MutedscreaM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722295802071711811.post-3777734660475327572</id><published>2007-06-23T16:08:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T20:51:16.051+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap'/><title type='text'>Ephemeral joy</title><content type='html'>I've come to realization that the past few days of my life were the most memorable and joyful days so far and I've also realized that patience and dedication is the key for the good things you expect to come, just wait. Day by day, I looked forward each day with a smile on my face with excitement and joy. I call it &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ephemeral joy&lt;/span&gt;, but now, it seems over, like a click. I live an uneventful life again, I'm still happy though. I was thinking of resuming reading&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Paulo Coelho's The Zahir&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I feel like an unknown substance, neither the surrounding nor I knowing that I exist, I just think, feeling numb, no emotions. I am stranded in a dark, empty space, me, there alone, waiting for something, hoping for it to come so soon but every time I wished through susurration that it would come closer to me, it keeps going further and further and the space becomes darker and darker, and there, instant nyctalopia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reality, that's how I feel about now, my present situation and I'm currently lost inside my thoughts and experiencing reminiscence, worrying and thinking about the present and the future and of course, being the nostalgic cow I am, I wish I could time travel to go back fix the wrong I've done that made a huge impact to the present state or visit beautiful moments once again to forget what's really going on, and I don't care now what mess it will make in the future, whatever, I just wish I could now, I wish it was true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my whole life, I've always feared of one day, waking up one morning just to realize that today will be a big mess and a big change of my life will occur and I just have to accept it with open arms like nothing happened whatever it may be. Now, here I am, asking myself if this is really happening, I mean, is it now? No, maybe, I'm not sure. I feel kind of sorry for myself writing these dramatic sentences. To be honest, I feel emotionally sick, discomforted and my emotions shattered like pieces of glass. It bothers me every time whether I think about it or not. Merde, c'est depression. Flocci non faccio. I know I'll be fine soon though, I don't expect anything to come in the near future. Sigh. I guess I just have to accept things the way they are now and live with it, I just need to wait until every thing's fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss a lot of my friends especially my best friends, the beloved ones. I hope you guys and gals are all doing well in your lives. I love you all. Atleast drop by and show some love from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a bit better after pouring it out but I realized it didn't make so much sense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722295802071711811-3777734660475327572?l=brandawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3777734660475327572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2722295802071711811&amp;postID=3777734660475327572&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/3777734660475327572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/3777734660475327572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/2007/06/thoughts.html' title='Ephemeral joy'/><author><name>MutedscreaM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722295802071711811.post-7297382370974606736</id><published>2007-06-09T00:29:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T00:38:41.548+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hilarious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Dear Black People</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MKiMa2kHc78"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MKiMa2kHc78" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722295802071711811-7297382370974606736?l=brandawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7297382370974606736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2722295802071711811&amp;postID=7297382370974606736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/7297382370974606736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/7297382370974606736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/2007/06/dear-black-people.html' title='Dear Black People'/><author><name>MutedscreaM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722295802071711811.post-6614755831061634878</id><published>2007-06-08T21:48:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T21:22:47.451+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='polynia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etisalat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap'/><title type='text'>Polynia</title><content type='html'>Today was such a boring day. I felt like a polynia, plus, Etisalat's downtime crap is horrible shizzles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722295802071711811-6614755831061634878?l=brandawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6614755831061634878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2722295802071711811&amp;postID=6614755831061634878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/6614755831061634878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/6614755831061634878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-polynia.html' title='Polynia'/><author><name>MutedscreaM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722295802071711811.post-6416675324794308182</id><published>2007-06-08T01:43:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T22:13:53.029+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liberty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hangout'/><title type='text'>Liberty</title><content type='html'>If this isn't a subitaneous post. Good day to all. I've been very busy with my final exams but now, I'm officially back after many days of not updating my beloved blog and I guarantee that I will be updating from now on daily or frequently. It actually depends on my mood or so but that doesn't really matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, I'm very glad to announce that my final exams are finally over. I feel relieved. I think I did pretty good in today's exam, Mathematics, and it was actually easier than I expected. After today's exams, I arrived home at late 11, had lunch, relaxed and chilled a bit, got dressed up then went straight to Deira City Center to hook up with my friends, but I came earlier than expected but Janine was there anyway so I didn't get bored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I arrived, we went malling, we ate and shizzles then along came Danilo, Tarook, Michelle, Issa, Sagar, Yves, etc. It was a memorable day, tiring yet really fun. We watched a film, Shrek 3, and in my very humble opinion, it wasn't boring at all but hilarious then we played pool then we ate pizza but I refused to eat much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived home two and a half hours ago or so and I'm really tired and sleepy so I'm off for tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722295802071711811-6416675324794308182?l=brandawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6416675324794308182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2722295802071711811&amp;postID=6416675324794308182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/6416675324794308182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/6416675324794308182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/2007/06/finally-liberty.html' title='Liberty'/><author><name>MutedscreaM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722295802071711811.post-8778274201122753374</id><published>2007-05-20T19:34:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T02:48:42.435+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>A Gesture Gone Wrong</title><content type='html'>Hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-oOnMDoYvnk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-oOnMDoYvnk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722295802071711811-8778274201122753374?l=brandawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/feeds/8778274201122753374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2722295802071711811&amp;postID=8778274201122753374&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/8778274201122753374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/8778274201122753374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/2007/05/masturbation-gesture-gone-wrong.html' title='A Gesture Gone Wrong'/><author><name>MutedscreaM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722295802071711811.post-719792567168790924</id><published>2007-05-19T14:14:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T02:45:10.883+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misfortunes'/><title type='text'>A Misfortune</title><content type='html'>I won't go into details but our house was robbed in Philippines. They robbed my elder sister's valuable N90 and portable DVD whilst they were asleep. Thank God they're safe though. All I ask is some sympathy. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722295802071711811-719792567168790924?l=brandawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/feeds/719792567168790924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2722295802071711811&amp;postID=719792567168790924&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/719792567168790924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/719792567168790924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/2007/05/misfortune.html' title='A Misfortune'/><author><name>MutedscreaM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722295802071711811.post-6922986910536457998</id><published>2007-05-18T23:42:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:29:44.582+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Bombay TV Subtitles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RjfjH5-Vj_Q/Rk7KhSuxCpI/AAAAAAAAAAs/k1TUImN_TlI/s1600-h/29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RjfjH5-Vj_Q/Rk7KhSuxCpI/AAAAAAAAAAs/k1TUImN_TlI/s400/29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066209304150870674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of Bombay TV Subtitles I made. Well, I was jobless. X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Couple Date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.grapheine.com/bombaytv/index.php?module=see&amp;lang=uk&amp;code=41a7fb4c63adc55ea1d51bc2941d028f"&gt;http://www.grapheine.com/bombaytv/index.php?module=see&amp;lang=uk&amp;code=41a7fb4c63adc55ea1d51bc2941d028f&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;They Match your Eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.grapheine.com/bombaytv/index.php?module=see&amp;lang=uk&amp;amp;code=fdcce208c9b50ce52abe0e5f77c7f394"&gt;http://www.grapheine.com/bombaytv/index.php?module=see〈=uk&amp;code=fdcce208c9b50ce52abe0e5f77c7f394&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Remember Last Night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.grapheine.com/bombaytv/index.php?module=see&amp;amp;lang=uk&amp;code=ab220b08f2d99bc5e44943236fe855eb"&gt;http://www.grapheine.com/bombaytv/index.php?module=see〈=uk&amp;amp;code=ab220b08f2d99bc5e44943236fe855eb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Can I touchy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.grapheine.com/bombaytv/index.php?module=see&amp;lang=fr&amp;amp;code=e040e8c47bf5a34a577b8cb2cc7360a8"&gt;http://www.grapheine.com/bombaytv/index.php?module=see〈=fr&amp;code=e040e8c47bf5a34a577b8cb2cc7360a8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dani, I will rape you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.grapheine.com/bombaytv/play_uk.php?id=1849041"&gt;http://www.grapheine.com/bombaytv/play_uk.php?id=1849041&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pawnage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.grapheine.com/bombaytv/index.php?module=see&amp;amp;lang=es&amp;code=54f76cea17d72021ed8ab8cfd75753e4"&gt;http://www.grapheine.com/bombaytv/index.php?module=see〈=es&amp;amp;code=54f76cea17d72021ed8ab8cfd75753&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.grapheine.com/bombaytv/index.php?module=see&amp;lang=es&amp;amp;code=54f76cea17d72021ed8ab8cfd75753e4"&gt;e4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722295802071711811-6922986910536457998?l=brandawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6922986910536457998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2722295802071711811&amp;postID=6922986910536457998&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/6922986910536457998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/6922986910536457998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/2007/05/bombat-tv-subtitles.html' title='Bombay TV Subtitles'/><author><name>MutedscreaM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RjfjH5-Vj_Q/Rk7KhSuxCpI/AAAAAAAAAAs/k1TUImN_TlI/s72-c/29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722295802071711811.post-7095584282338089676</id><published>2007-05-18T19:03:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:29:44.735+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greetings'/><title type='text'>Greetings to an old friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RjfjH5-Vj_Q/Rk4JViuxCoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xHcVzLqlY2Y/s1600-h/bdayboyindian.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RjfjH5-Vj_Q/Rk4JViuxCoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xHcVzLqlY2Y/s400/bdayboyindian.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065996896543246978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 15th Birthday Gean! Have a good one! I wish you many more Birthdays to come in the future. For those of you who don't know, Gean is my best childhood friend along with his brother, Melwyn, too bad they migrated though. This is my Birthday gift for now. I miss you guys! Don't forget your promises of 'the hawt guy' t-shirt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722295802071711811-7095584282338089676?l=brandawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7095584282338089676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2722295802071711811&amp;postID=7095584282338089676&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/7095584282338089676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/7095584282338089676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/2007/05/greetings.html' title='Greetings to an old friend'/><author><name>MutedscreaM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RjfjH5-Vj_Q/Rk4JViuxCoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xHcVzLqlY2Y/s72-c/bdayboyindian.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722295802071711811.post-8653832963440045510</id><published>2007-05-18T15:47:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T16:50:52.120+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notice'/><title type='text'>A Nothingness Day</title><content type='html'>Here I am, back again. In case you haven't notice, I didn't post anything the past few days and that's because I had nothing interesting to say and was busy with other priorities. By the way, my exams will begin in a few days therefore, I will be inactive for a little while and won't be able to post as much as I used to unless I do feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I watched a movie and I swear it's freaking disturbing and gory and shit but it's a good one. The movie's called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Broken&lt;/span&gt;, it's a low budget independent 2006 film made in UK and it somewhat of reminded me of Saw because of it's survival horror genre but I wouldn't say rip-off. I recommend this movie to Saw/survival horror genre fans definitely not for the faint-hearted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some information about the movie. It's a user review from IMDB. I'm too lazy to write my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; BROKEN (formerly THE HEART EATER) is a taut survival thriller shot on a low budget in the UK. It's slick and simplistic story will grip you, intrigue and in some cases out right disgust you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hope wakes up in wooden box buried under the ground. After a day the box is dug up and she is removed by a man who ties her to a tree asking her "Will you continue?" The twisted game begins. The man has stitched a razor blade inside her which she must dig out in order to cut her ropes. Impressed by her resilience the man fixes her up but continues to keep her bound in chains and turns her into a slave, washing his pots and tending a small garden for food. Hope has no idea how she got here, or why or where her six year old daughter is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Directors Adam Mason and Simon Boyes deliver the goods here. The film was made over a period of 18 months with Adam's own wife taking on the lead role in a bloody impressive acting turn that would shame the hell out of some big earning actors out there. The whole film has an air of reality which makes it all the more disturbing. The Man is soft spoken, polite and that makes him all the more dangerous. He could easily live next door to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The fact that this movie is shot on Digital Video isn't even noticeable. I know that puts off some people (why i don't know but you'd best get used to it cause it's the future) but the story will grab you and you'll be lost for 89 minutes. And the endings a peach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;So, I'm off. I'm now going to take a shower, get dressed up then go to Hardees with my family. Adios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722295802071711811-8653832963440045510?l=brandawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/feeds/8653832963440045510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2722295802071711811&amp;postID=8653832963440045510&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/8653832963440045510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/8653832963440045510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/2007/05/wave.html' title='A Nothingness Day'/><author><name>MutedscreaM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722295802071711811.post-50182253708704597</id><published>2007-05-14T22:06:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:29:44.917+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><title type='text'>I'm not emo, I'm punk!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RjfjH5-Vj_Q/Rkimjeja3oI/AAAAAAAAAAU/k3KDhZNfQdw/s1600-h/imnotemoimpunk.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RjfjH5-Vj_Q/Rkimjeja3oI/AAAAAAAAAAU/k3KDhZNfQdw/s320/imnotemoimpunk.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064480909405380226" 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/2722295802071711811-50182253708704597?l=brandawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/feeds/50182253708704597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2722295802071711811&amp;postID=50182253708704597&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/50182253708704597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/50182253708704597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-not-emo-im-punk.html' title='I&apos;m not emo, I&apos;m punk!'/><author><name>MutedscreaM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RjfjH5-Vj_Q/Rkimjeja3oI/AAAAAAAAAAU/k3KDhZNfQdw/s72-c/imnotemoimpunk.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722295802071711811.post-2021257665930683417</id><published>2007-05-13T15:06:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T16:13:27.483+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Boring Sunday</title><content type='html'>Guess what? I didn't go to school. Laziness was one of the reasons and lack of sleep. My dad woke me up at around 6:40 am, I told him that I didn't get enough sleep from last night and I didn't want to go to school, he agreed then I went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was well rested, I woke up at around 12 pm then I realized how my day is going to be so boring today. The whole day I was studying and revising Maths and I still am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I'm off. The Mr. Bean Macht Ferien DVD shall make my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722295802071711811-2021257665930683417?l=brandawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2021257665930683417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2722295802071711811&amp;postID=2021257665930683417&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/2021257665930683417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/2021257665930683417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/2007/05/boring-sunday.html' title='Boring Sunday'/><author><name>MutedscreaM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722295802071711811.post-4512850946636783195</id><published>2007-05-12T21:34:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T15:02:56.684+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><title type='text'>Procrastination during the week-ends</title><content type='html'>I almost forgot that I have some French homework to do. I blame myself for this and I'm gonna do it now after this post. I have to write 3 different types of compositions for 3 different topics. Le sigh, I don't have any excuse tomorrow. I was too busy experimenting stuff on my blog and watching a movie and ofcourse, Mathematics. Lawl. Yesterday, I did nothing but chill after my dentist appointment. My teeth now is fine and it doesn't hurt anymore. Thank you, God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess I gotta go. I have a lot of work to do. Wish me luck. To all my friends and school mates who are taking their board exams, bonne chance!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722295802071711811-4512850946636783195?l=brandawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4512850946636783195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2722295802071711811&amp;postID=4512850946636783195&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/4512850946636783195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/4512850946636783195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/2007/05/procrastination-during-week-ends.html' title='Procrastination during the week-ends'/><author><name>MutedscreaM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722295802071711811.post-2824658213697132688</id><published>2007-05-12T17:49:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T18:08:55.402+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Revising Maths</title><content type='html'>Speaking of boredom, here I am, studying Mathematics like a pseudo-nerd, taking a break every once in a little while then watch an episode of Robin Hood, the BBC TV Series. I managed to finish half of the portion which is good but this is just so boring. I need some sort of entertainment here. By the way, Maths is last on the list of my exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I discovered something quite interesting and I thought about sharing it with you guys. Recently, I discovered a site where movies and TV series(new and old ones) are hosted and uploaded. The link is as follows:&lt;a href="http://episodenetwork.com/"&gt; http://episodenetwork.com/&lt;/a&gt; The quality of most of the movies aren't excellent but they are of decent quality and watchable. This website is a goodie if you are one of the impatient ones(like me) who are tired waiting for slow torrents. Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722295802071711811-2824658213697132688?l=brandawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2824658213697132688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2722295802071711811&amp;postID=2824658213697132688&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/2824658213697132688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/2824658213697132688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/2007/05/mathematics-is-boring.html' title='Revising Maths'/><author><name>MutedscreaM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722295802071711811.post-6649247478646831725</id><published>2007-05-11T21:04:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T15:01:38.579+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>'It hurts..'</title><content type='html'>Damn. Atlast, I finally figured out how to log in back to my original account. For some odd reason I created a new account and yeah, it's so messed up so never mind. Lawl. So today, I went to the dentist at 4 o'clock for an appointment and arrived back home at 6 o'clock because my dad had to buy some stuff on the grocery store on the way back home. Whilst waiting for him to return, I was in the car practicing my speech for my English oral exam at the same time petting my dog. After that I arrived home with le sigh. I ate popcorn then I suddenly felt this uber pain in my mouth! Argh! My teeth hurts like hell! Damn tight braces! I'm gonna have retainers next month anyway so bah! Yeah, until now it hurts and it's irritating but I can't complain since I was the one who wanted to have these in the first place, so blame me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I've been also wondering where my friends had gone to. Most of them aren't online in Windows Live Messenger. I guess maybe they are studying or some stuff I don't know and I don't wanna know about it. I did revise too but only a quite few exercises of Mathematics. That's it. Right now, whilst crying in pain, my eyes also burn. It hurts. I am in extreme pain! Lawl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722295802071711811-6649247478646831725?l=brandawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6649247478646831725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2722295802071711811&amp;postID=6649247478646831725&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/6649247478646831725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/6649247478646831725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/2007/05/it-hurts.html' title='&apos;It hurts..&apos;'/><author><name>MutedscreaM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722295802071711811.post-6992863762070389915</id><published>2007-05-10T22:48:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T15:02:21.031+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='introduction'/><title type='text'>Introduction</title><content type='html'>First of all, I'd like to introduce myself. My name is Brandon Rivera Torres, the second child among the four children and I'm of 14 years and 10 months of age. I am a born again Christian and I am from the Southern Eastern Asian country called Philippines, but speaking of the present, I live and study in the United Arab Emirates, Dubai. I study at The Westminster school of Dubai, an International school following a British Curriculum. I am an easy-going person, laid back, cool and I accept everything what life has to offer me. I am in love with music, arts and writing and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I've finally decided to make a new blog for myself due for the sake of boredom. I remember having a previous one but later on I abandoned it because I never bothered advertising nor updating it, but I assure you that this one will. Unfortunately, I may not be able to post here regularly since my final exams is held in exact two weeks time but I'll try to post here whenever I can. Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, there's nothing much that has happened to me today. Nothing eventful. After arriving home from school, I was pretty exhausted. In the afternoon, I had lunch. I had some rest then I did some workout for a little while and all day I was in front of my PC, until now. Today's also my younger sister, Kimberly's 12th Birthday. Happy Birthday to her! Lawl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722295802071711811-6992863762070389915?l=brandawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6992863762070389915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2722295802071711811&amp;postID=6992863762070389915&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/6992863762070389915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722295802071711811/posts/default/6992863762070389915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandawn.blogspot.com/2007/05/introduction.html' title='Introduction'/><author><name>MutedscreaM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
