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DESIGNS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adiestudios.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282780915924393519/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adiestudios.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>adiEphotos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05467165159524738454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/SN9eFGWAHTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/iGs1HBY8ahc/S220/1_271038594l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282780915924393519.post-8962162395384688282</id><published>2009-09-01T18:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T18:01:47.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;A.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Short for &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;nfra&lt;b&gt;r&lt;/b&gt;ed &lt;b&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;ata &lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;ssociation&lt;i&gt;,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a group of device manufacturers that developed a standard for transmitting data via infrared light waves. Increasingly, computers and other devices come with IrDA ports. This enables you to transfer data from one device to another without any cables. For example, if both your laptop computer and printer have IrDA ports, you can simply put your computer in front of the printer and output a document, without needing to connect the two with a cable. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Bluetooth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; is an open wireless protocol for exchanging data over short distances from fixed and mobile devices, creating personal area networks. It was originally conceived as a wireless alternative to RS232 data cables. It can connect several devices, overcoming problems of synchronization. Well, for me I think the advantage of this kind of connectivity is that it can transfer files from any device which has the same IrDA connectivity. But unlike the Bluetooth connectivity device, IrDA transfers files slower than the Bluetooth and you need to point the IrDA sensors of each device so that you can connect and transfer data and files on it. Aside from that, IrDA cannot search and connect to devices within the area limit of connectivity wirelessly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;C.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Bluetooth networking transmits data via low-power radio waves. It communicates on a frequency. This frequency band has been set aside by international agreement for the use of industrial, scientific and medical devices (ISM). While the infrared transmits&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;binary ones and zeros via IR(infrared) light is not as complicated as it may appear at first glance. Just as radio stations transmit information using radio waves, infrared devices transmit data using the infrared frequencies of the electromagnetic spectrum. Also, just as you need a compatible device to listen to a radio broadcast, you must have a device capable of understanding and translating incoming infrared signals. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;D.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282780915924393519-8962162395384688282?l=adiestudios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adiestudios.blogspot.com/feeds/8962162395384688282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And take the road of being a stranger;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Can you reroute the course you have taken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And start over once again? no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't really want to let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But inside me I know I must&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The times we've loved . . . the times you've left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My heart says stay . . . but it's my mind that stopping me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We have shared so much together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Laughter . . . fun times . . . tears;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yet sometimes we can't turn back time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We must walk away, and allow ourselves to heal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I know one day you will be happy, a happiness that i never gave that i never did and a happiness that i youve expected from me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And your soulmate you will find;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I know we you will find him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Even if for now . . . only in our minds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;May life be gentle with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;May God's best come your wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Luigi Espino: How could i walk away from someone i really love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And take the road of being a stranger;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Can you reroute the course you have taken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And start over once again? no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't really want to let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But inside me I know I must&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The times we've loved . . . the times you've left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My heart says stay . . . but it's my mind that stopping me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We have shared so much together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Laughter . . . fun times . . . tears;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yet sometimes we can't turn back time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We must walk away, and allow ourselves to heal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I know one day you will be happy, a happiness that i never gave that i never did and a happiness that i youve expected from me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And your soulmate you will find;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I know we you will find him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Even if for now . . . only in our minds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;May life be gentle with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;May God's best come your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And on some quiet tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You will realize things were better this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Luigi Emil "Shin2x" Espino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282780915924393519-3676615308358418478?l=adiestudios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adiestudios.blogspot.com/feeds/3676615308358418478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282780915924393519&amp;postID=3676615308358418478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282780915924393519/posts/default/3676615308358418478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282780915924393519/posts/default/3676615308358418478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adiestudios.blogspot.com/2009/08/chuiat.html' title=''/><author><name>adiEphotos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05467165159524738454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/SN9eFGWAHTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/iGs1HBY8ahc/S220/1_271038594l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282780915924393519.post-8496389879771643015</id><published>2009-07-28T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T10:17:09.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/Sm8yidH77-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/qBjEObgcWZI/s1600-h/little-girl-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/Sm8yidH77-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/qBjEObgcWZI/s200/little-girl-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363561248736407522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a longtime since Ive last posted in my online dictionary. What a tiring and mediocre day I had. To start it all, Ive left her alone to rot and wait for nothing the whole time, what a shame on me. But all the time I was with my friends my mind was on her. I'm disappointed of what I've done to her this day, maybe I just did not made the right decision. I love her of course , and every time I commit a damn mistake that hurts her, I then realize how much I love her. What is this? I cant understand this feeling. But furthermore is the solution for loving her more is "PAIN". I cant bear to see her cry and feel sorry, I feel like seeing her in pain hence the bad things i am doing. I love her so much. I do want her to leave me and feel sorry for loving me. I want her to feel how much I love her. And I am willing to sacrifice everything just to see her happy. I committed myself to her because of love. I love you so much and I will never let you go :).... to be continued....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282780915924393519-8496389879771643015?l=adiestudios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adiestudios.blogspot.com/feeds/8496389879771643015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282780915924393519&amp;postID=8496389879771643015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282780915924393519/posts/default/8496389879771643015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282780915924393519/posts/default/8496389879771643015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adiestudios.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-been-longtime-since-ive-last-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>adiEphotos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05467165159524738454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/SN9eFGWAHTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/iGs1HBY8ahc/S220/1_271038594l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/Sm8yidH77-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/qBjEObgcWZI/s72-c/little-girl-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282780915924393519.post-2268640304243547201</id><published>2009-04-26T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T11:50:34.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OldSchool (2003)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/SfSsyCeuwuI/AAAAAAAAAFE/xMpGwYPFXvA/s1600-h/OldSchool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/SfSsyCeuwuI/AAAAAAAAAFE/xMpGwYPFXvA/s200/OldSchool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329074234745340642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;FILM REVIEW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main Cast:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Luke Wilson         as  Mitch Martin&lt;br /&gt;- Will Ferrel            as  Frank Ricard&lt;br /&gt;- Vince Vaughn       as Bernard "Beanie" Campbell&lt;br /&gt;- Jeremy Piven       as Dean Gordon "Cheese" Pritchard&lt;br /&gt;- Ellen Pompeo        as Nicole&lt;br /&gt;- Juliette Lewis        as Heidi&lt;br /&gt;- Elisha Cuthbert     as Darcie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 3 men adjusting to their married and responsible working lives, having bumps and challenges that made them strong yet annoying and involved in school "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Feedback:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Its in between, not that fun yet not that boring. At first I was excited to watch this movie, of course who wouldn't? Will Ferrel, Vince Vaughn matched with the serious yet bedazzled Luke Wilson then we have a movie right here. But i was disappointed, i don't know? Is it the time of year or it's just a mediocre movie? well to be honest it had some quite funny scene but the essence isnt quite there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating:&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;7/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282780915924393519-2268640304243547201?l=adiestudios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adiestudios.blogspot.com/feeds/2268640304243547201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282780915924393519&amp;postID=2268640304243547201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282780915924393519/posts/default/2268640304243547201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282780915924393519/posts/default/2268640304243547201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adiestudios.blogspot.com/2009/04/oldschool-2003.html' title='OldSchool (2003)'/><author><name>adiEphotos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05467165159524738454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/SN9eFGWAHTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/iGs1HBY8ahc/S220/1_271038594l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/SfSsyCeuwuI/AAAAAAAAAFE/xMpGwYPFXvA/s72-c/OldSchool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282780915924393519.post-113990483924368515</id><published>2009-04-24T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:08:24.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Way of the Samurai X"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/SfIcEG9g57I/AAAAAAAAAE8/9HnQ3lluT3o/s1600-h/re30-evo-x2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 155px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/SfIcEG9g57I/AAAAAAAAAE8/9HnQ3lluT3o/s200/re30-evo-x2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328352166046394290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution X&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body Type:&lt;/strong&gt; 4-door sedan&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layout:&lt;/strong&gt; front engine, AWD&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engine:&lt;/strong&gt; 295 hp, 300 lb-ft of torque, 2.0L, 16-valve DOHC I-4 turbo&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transmission:&lt;/strong&gt; 5-spd manual (opt. 6-spd SST twin-clutch)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brakes (front/rear):&lt;/strong&gt; disc/disc, ABS, EBD, BA&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dimensions (L/W/H/WB;&lt;/strong&gt; Japanese-spec): 4,495 / 1,810 / 1,480 / 2,650 mm (176.9 / 71.2 / 58.2 / 104.3 in)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curb Weight:&lt;/strong&gt; 1,520 kg (3,351 lbs)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tires:&lt;/strong&gt; 245/45R18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peripherals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Transmission(s) 6-speed twin-clutch gearbox&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5-speed manual&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wheelbase 2650 mm (104.3 in)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Length 4530 mm (178.3 in)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Width 1830 mm (72.0 in)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Height 1470 mm (57.8 in)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; Price : An estimated&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 2.3 &lt;/span&gt;Million Pesos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"This might help you on what to ask for this Christmas" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282780915924393519-113990483924368515?l=adiestudios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adiestudios.blogspot.com/feeds/113990483924368515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282780915924393519&amp;postID=113990483924368515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282780915924393519/posts/default/113990483924368515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282780915924393519/posts/default/113990483924368515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adiestudios.blogspot.com/2009/04/way-of-samurai-x.html' title='&quot;Way of the Samurai X&quot;'/><author><name>adiEphotos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05467165159524738454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/SN9eFGWAHTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/iGs1HBY8ahc/S220/1_271038594l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/SfIcEG9g57I/AAAAAAAAAE8/9HnQ3lluT3o/s72-c/re30-evo-x2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282780915924393519.post-2423119510627828185</id><published>2009-03-26T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T04:22:43.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Frighteners"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/Scti37dJxaI/AAAAAAAAAEw/vo_V7oOVuAY/s1600-h/the_frighteners.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/Scti37dJxaI/AAAAAAAAAEw/vo_V7oOVuAY/s200/the_frighteners.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317452498033296802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Movie Review&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;What can I say about this movie?Terrific! Ok2x. I admit, this is one of my favorite movies. Personally I don't agree with horror movie flicks. Especially those Asian one's.LOL. But there's something about this movie that really made my skin crawl. I mean, the story aint typical and to tell you this, the editing in this movie was fantastic considering the year it was released. Mixed genres i might say? Horror, Comedy? one of the best combo in film. So dont hesitate. WATCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synopsis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A psychic&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; paranormal detective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(53, 56, 151); text-decoration: underline; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,serif;font-size:12;" class="IL_LINK_STYLE"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; named Frank Bannister (Michael J. Fox) who consorts with deceased souls becomes engaged in a mystery as members of the town community begin dying mysteriously. While investigating, he is aided by a friendly doctor named Lucy (Trini Alvarado) who believes in his psychic abilities and is hindered by a crazed G-Man named Milton Dammers (Jeffrey Combs), a woman (Dee Wallace-Stone) involved in an old serial killing, and what may be the spirit of Death itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qSA4ssrgnwA"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"CLICK"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for Theatrical Movie Trailer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282780915924393519-2423119510627828185?l=adiestudios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adiestudios.blogspot.com/feeds/2423119510627828185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282780915924393519&amp;postID=2423119510627828185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282780915924393519/posts/default/2423119510627828185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282780915924393519/posts/default/2423119510627828185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adiestudios.blogspot.com/2009/03/frighteners.html' title='&quot;The Frighteners&quot;'/><author><name>adiEphotos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05467165159524738454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/SN9eFGWAHTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/iGs1HBY8ahc/S220/1_271038594l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/Scti37dJxaI/AAAAAAAAAEw/vo_V7oOVuAY/s72-c/the_frighteners.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282780915924393519.post-4881991268330409065</id><published>2009-03-25T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T01:04:44.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate It When You Cry</title><content type='html'>Note: Fictional Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was lying on her bed as if feeling lifeless. This was the first time she couldn’t bear this distance between him and her. As she hugged her pillow and wept to herself, she remembered the time they spent together a week back.&lt;br /&gt;He invited her to his place where they spent three days together. They walked on beaches at night, shared intimate moments and ended up making love at the late hours. Something connected them and she loved it so much that she ached to be with him.&lt;br /&gt;“Here is your ticket and call me as soon as you reach.” He instructed as she looked at him with teary eyes. They were standing at the bus station. As tears slipped from her eyes, he reached to wipe them. “I hate it when you cry…I love you sweetheart.”&lt;br /&gt;His words echoed in her heart which made her cry harder as she tried to hold her painful voice inside. She was lying in her hostel room and three of her roommates were sleeping calmly. She did not want to disturb them with her sobs.&lt;br /&gt;“You want me to make you smile?” He asked her as she nodded in response. He searched for something in his pocket and slipped it on her finger. “Will you marry me?”&lt;br /&gt;A smile reached her face unable to hold the sudden surge of happiness that ran in her heart but nodded in refusal. He was confused as he frowned.&lt;br /&gt;“How long will you love me?” I said giving him a naughty smile. “How long? Year or two…How long?”&lt;br /&gt;“I will love you till my last breathe.” He said with a serious look. “I promise.”&lt;br /&gt;There was something in his words and in his eyes as if he meant to keep that promise and it scared her. A sudden blast of horn made her turn as her bus was ready to leave so she embraced him with heavy heart.&lt;br /&gt;“I love you.” She said as if her voice revealed how much she meant those words.&lt;br /&gt;Last night he called her at three in the morning and it startled her. She was happy to hear his voice in her sleep as he kept talking to her for three hours and by that time she was wide awake. She tried to hang up and go back to sleep but he wouldn’t agree.&lt;br /&gt;“Tell me you love me.” He had said that for the tenth time in between and she would obey him blowing a kiss on the cell. “Now go to sleep.”&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t feel like sleeping.” He said in a tired voice. She had known him for a long time but today he was reluctant to hang up. Every time he would make an excuse and engross her in some romantic conversation as she dismissed the idea of hanging up.&lt;br /&gt;“It’s almost morning!” She said checking out her watch. “Jai, I love you sweetheart and go to sleep. You have a job tomorrow.”&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t want to hang up. I miss you, Preeti.” He said in a heavy voice. “I want you here by my side.”&lt;br /&gt;“Jai.” She was out of words at his craziness. She realized that as the moments were passing by, his voice was growing weaker and tired.&lt;br /&gt;“Jai! Are you okay?” She asked worried as she could make out he was having problem keeping up the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;“Never felt better.” He said in a slow husky voice. “It’s just that I am falling asleep.”&lt;br /&gt;“I think you should sleep now.” She said finally.&lt;br /&gt;“I guess so…” He said with a pause. “I love you, Preeti.”&lt;br /&gt;“I love you too.” She said and hung up. Something was disturbing her about Jai as she called him back but he didn’t receive. She hung up thinking that he must have fallen asleep.&lt;br /&gt;She tried to sleep as her eyelids felt heavy when a sudden vibration of her cell made jump. Jai’s number made her blush as she smiled and received his call.&lt;br /&gt;“Jai…Go to sleep!” She said firmly but an unrecognized voice greeted her.&lt;br /&gt;“Hello…Who is this?” She asked worried.&lt;br /&gt;“Who are you? How do you know Jai Mehta?” A voice asked on the other end.&lt;br /&gt;“I am Preeti Khanna.” She answered as her heart raced. “I am Jai’s fiancée.”&lt;br /&gt;“This is Dr. Sheharyaar Khan from Appollo Hospital and I am sorry to inform you that Jai Mehta has passed away fifteen minutes back.”&lt;br /&gt;Preeti could feel her world shatter as these words hit her head like a hammer and she could feel her body grow numb. Dr. Sheharyaar Khan explained to her about Jai’s accident which took place two days back and he had a severe brain hemorrhage.&lt;br /&gt;The words were a blur for her as her brain lost all capability of understanding. Jai’s handsome face and innocent smile floated in her mind and a sudden realization of losing him dawned on her.&lt;br /&gt;Her friends were by her side when she revealed to them about Jai’s death. Preeti couldn’t believe that Jai is no more as she grabbed her cell phone to dial his number when a message symbol blinked on her mobile.&lt;br /&gt;‘Preeti…I am sorry to leave u but I tried to keep my promise that I will love you till my last breath. I have loved u from bottom of my heart, ur smile brings solace to my soul and I can never bear to see u crying. Baby, even if I am not there…remember that I love you and will protect you. I will miss you….Goodbye.’&lt;br /&gt;She has read his message again and again sobbing in the dark. She tried to dial his mobile number which was ‘switched off’.&lt;br /&gt;Jai was gone and she knew he would never return to her. His memories assaulted her mind as she lay awake but by dawn she drifted off to a restless sleep. At morning when she checked her cell phone, there was a message for her.&lt;br /&gt;“I hate it when you cry…I love you.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282780915924393519-4881991268330409065?l=adiestudios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adiestudios.blogspot.com/feeds/4881991268330409065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282780915924393519&amp;postID=4881991268330409065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282780915924393519/posts/default/4881991268330409065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282780915924393519/posts/default/4881991268330409065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adiestudios.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-hate-it-when-you-cry.html' title='I Hate It When You Cry'/><author><name>adiEphotos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05467165159524738454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/SN9eFGWAHTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/iGs1HBY8ahc/S220/1_271038594l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282780915924393519.post-3237467902955913790</id><published>2009-03-23T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T23:28:09.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dota 6.59d Released!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/ScgaWweCCHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/4GbvdqzJTcI/s1600-h/Belanor-Dota-Cool-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 154px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/ScgaWweCCHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/4GbvdqzJTcI/s200/Belanor-Dota-Cool-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316528338381178994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dota 6.59d Changelog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;* Fixed some item exploits&lt;br /&gt;* Fixed a rare memory related bug&lt;br /&gt;* Temporarily changed switch voting system. It requires 100% of the vote for now. There will be a better -switch implementation in the next version or two&lt;br /&gt;* Fixed a few other misc bug/exploits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download it here:     &lt;a href="http://getdota.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Dota 6.59d Download"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minor Changes but stay tuned for the next version namely 6.60, many say there will be new heroes, new items. Cant wait to get my hands on that. GG WA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282780915924393519-3237467902955913790?l=adiestudios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adiestudios.blogspot.com/feeds/3237467902955913790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282780915924393519&amp;postID=3237467902955913790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282780915924393519/posts/default/3237467902955913790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282780915924393519/posts/default/3237467902955913790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adiestudios.blogspot.com/2009/03/dota-659d-released.html' title='Dota 6.59d Released!'/><author><name>adiEphotos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05467165159524738454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/SN9eFGWAHTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/iGs1HBY8ahc/S220/1_271038594l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/ScgaWweCCHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/4GbvdqzJTcI/s72-c/Belanor-Dota-Cool-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282780915924393519.post-4186362336985408753</id><published>2009-03-22T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T12:15:47.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Undconditional Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/ScaLG3HrV1I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/6tUk08Pqd_c/s1600-h/DOTS+happy+family+cartoon.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/ScaLG3HrV1I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/6tUk08Pqd_c/s200/DOTS+happy+family+cartoon.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316089360149075794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/ScZI-y2kgTI/AAAAAAAAADo/1Y0kik4hJLo/s1600-h/The%2BCranberries.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;While me and my girlfriend was fixing and cleaning out a particular room at their boarding house. I saw a book, it was about dealing with teenagers and some kind of parental guide scheme. So I picked it up and scan through the pages. I landed on a particular page which somewhat struck me. It was about dealing with forces of adolescence and the onset of sexuality. It was quite a sensitive matter to discuss and quite forward to put in a book. The other mentioned force was the mandate that demands that teenagers from childhood and parents. More than anything this two forces shape adolescents. So what know I want you to read is one of the story stated in the book. Which was about kids who were angels before but due to adolescence tured into "MONSTERS"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Clarrissa was so sweet, she always used to give me these cute little cards with hearts and smiley faces on them. They would say "I love you , Mommy" She was a treasure. She really was. I used to call her "Mommy's Little Treasure". And helpful around the house? She would ask if there's anything she could do. I just dont understand what happened. She's changed. Now she abuses me. She's a monster"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Familiar?Reflect na lang tah ani mga Pipz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                          source:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Get out of my life"&lt;/span&gt; by Anthony E. Wolf, Ph.D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282780915924393519-4186362336985408753?l=adiestudios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adiestudios.blogspot.com/feeds/4186362336985408753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282780915924393519&amp;postID=4186362336985408753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282780915924393519/posts/default/4186362336985408753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282780915924393519/posts/default/4186362336985408753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adiestudios.blogspot.com/2009/03/girl-power.html' title='Undconditional Love'/><author><name>adiEphotos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05467165159524738454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/SN9eFGWAHTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/iGs1HBY8ahc/S220/1_271038594l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/ScaLG3HrV1I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/6tUk08Pqd_c/s72-c/DOTS+happy+family+cartoon.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282780915924393519.post-5093064917114271059</id><published>2009-03-20T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T15:23:32.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Portrait"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/ScQWYop7PVI/AAAAAAAAADg/W-1JMIF0UeM/s1600-h/aw2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 168px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/ScQWYop7PVI/AAAAAAAAADg/W-1JMIF0UeM/s200/aw2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315398072689966418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at this 2 pictures. This represents one girls happiness. Where is she happy? In the Left picture or in the Right picture?hmmm..You could clearly see she's amazingly happy in the right picture. Dont you think? Well she truly is. Lets just wish her luck and happiness with her decision. And probably she wasnt really satisfied with her life during that Left picture was taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/ScQVmDpZcgI/AAAAAAAAADY/lAWnXh9ZdzU/s1600-h/aw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/ScQVmDpZcgI/AAAAAAAAADY/lAWnXh9ZdzU/s200/aw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315397203762180610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="sqq"&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/what_you_need_to_know_about_the_past_is_that_no/9500.html"&gt;What you need to know about the past is that no matter what has happened, it has all worked together to bring you to this very moment. And this is the moment you can choose to make everything new. Right now&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/we_cannot_change_our_past-we_can_not_change_the/201798.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We cannot change our past. We can not change the fact that people act in a certain way. We can not change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude. Sad to say love hurts. It really bothers me seeing you happy with someone aside from me. That explains everytime I look at your pictures I cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282780915924393519-5093064917114271059?l=adiestudios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adiestudios.blogspot.com/feeds/5093064917114271059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282780915924393519&amp;postID=5093064917114271059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282780915924393519/posts/default/5093064917114271059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282780915924393519/posts/default/5093064917114271059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adiestudios.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-you-need-to-know-about-past-is.html' title='&quot;Portrait&quot;'/><author><name>adiEphotos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05467165159524738454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/SN9eFGWAHTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/iGs1HBY8ahc/S220/1_271038594l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/ScQWYop7PVI/AAAAAAAAADg/W-1JMIF0UeM/s72-c/aw2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282780915924393519.post-5715136941926134269</id><published>2009-03-02T20:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T23:30:28.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The "List"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/Say2yN4r3qI/AAAAAAAAADI/lb416AYT1uM/s1600-h/broken_heart2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/Say2yN4r3qI/AAAAAAAAADI/lb416AYT1uM/s320/broken_heart2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308819034600103586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;10 THINGS TO MAKE A GIRL HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Always make her feel special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Make sure to surprise her every once in a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Wash the dishes for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Always be on time especially when meeting her (this is where i failed) :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The best way to fix a fight, is to buy her Mcfloat :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Carry her like a baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Buy something she wants, even if it costs you all of your money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Give her a dog and name it &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Odii&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do and carry the laundry for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Lastly, hmmmmm, just love her forever or better yet for eternity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282780915924393519-5715136941926134269?l=adiestudios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adiestudios.blogspot.com/feeds/5715136941926134269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282780915924393519&amp;postID=5715136941926134269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282780915924393519/posts/default/5715136941926134269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282780915924393519/posts/default/5715136941926134269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adiestudios.blogspot.com/2009/03/list.html' title='The &quot;List&quot;'/><author><name>adiEphotos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05467165159524738454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/SN9eFGWAHTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/iGs1HBY8ahc/S220/1_271038594l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/Say2yN4r3qI/AAAAAAAAADI/lb416AYT1uM/s72-c/broken_heart2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282780915924393519.post-3953989364819035191</id><published>2009-02-25T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T09:27:04.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Without You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/SaV6vM2I0eI/AAAAAAAAACw/5bICk1X52jA/s1600-h/y1pKtioCxzL2dG3v7xH-8aXBbdxRc-aJl_okTK1xXTD24L8QoRcZIG1meM9bF79a6T3smP9OfiFvDk.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/SaV6vM2I0eI/AAAAAAAAACw/5bICk1X52jA/s320/y1pKtioCxzL2dG3v7xH-8aXBbdxRc-aJl_okTK1xXTD24L8QoRcZIG1meM9bF79a6T3smP9OfiFvDk.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306782687246733794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Im wondering why badluck always strucks me. Is this due to the fact I did messed up with girls before?Yes I honestly admit. I was wrong. But loving seriously wasnt the answer I guess, I think it was just a test to prove how strong I can be. The judgement I had before and the one who's making me go on each and everyday has abandoned me. Why?was I to strict?to tight?or am I not enough for her?. I've given my life my all to this wonderful thing named love but what do I get in return? heartache and pain. Sometimes I come to think why love is unfair, why it is imbalanced and why everytime I try to learn it I fail. Maybe its just not for me or maybe the one im trying to love isnt satisfied. Haiz. I was just asking for something in return, loving me and forgeting all about the past and focus on us. It didnt worked out after all. It was to hard for her to forget and love me the way she loved before. Everytime I think about the things she did to the relationships she had. I just wish I knew her first so all the love she invested didnt come to waste. She was so hurt and disgusted of what happened that it even affected her daily Online activities such as YM's status message. Compared to me, she didnt even mentioned me on those times where having conflicts. What did I get? curses, harsh words and uncivilized quotes which was directed to me. What can I do? nothing, I just put myself to sleep at least for a bit I can forget all about it. Love can be cruel and unfair for me, but one things for sure I didnt regret meeting someone as beautiful and wonderful as my "Angel". I didnt expect that it will end up like this. Depression and pain is overuling me right now. This incident is a great inspiration in writing and updating my blog. I just wish and pray for your happiness and I hope you may find the one your looking for. Much better than me for sure. I know your happy and I know you've been wanting to be free. For the last time I Love You So Much. "Mami" :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282780915924393519-3953989364819035191?l=adiestudios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adiestudios.blogspot.com/feeds/3953989364819035191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282780915924393519&amp;postID=3953989364819035191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282780915924393519/posts/default/3953989364819035191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282780915924393519/posts/default/3953989364819035191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adiestudios.blogspot.com/2009/02/without-you.html' title='Without You'/><author><name>adiEphotos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05467165159524738454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/SN9eFGWAHTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/iGs1HBY8ahc/S220/1_271038594l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/SaV6vM2I0eI/AAAAAAAAACw/5bICk1X52jA/s72-c/y1pKtioCxzL2dG3v7xH-8aXBbdxRc-aJl_okTK1xXTD24L8QoRcZIG1meM9bF79a6T3smP9OfiFvDk.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282780915924393519.post-8993474835085417183</id><published>2009-02-24T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T08:53:14.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>^cX^GrlNxtDr*  to caxn_gIrLNxtDr</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/SaQl4La17iI/AAAAAAAAACo/hsmRwya7M-0/s1600-h/Image0511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/SaQl4La17iI/AAAAAAAAACo/hsmRwya7M-0/s320/Image0511.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306407908017565218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New name, Renewed skills?Not really. Its not really my idea on changing our teams insignia. We just came up with the better and simpler name. To endorse our style of gaming, mainly simplicity and beauty in one. How long since I last posted topics bout DOTA in my blog. I just wanted you guyys to know that Ive been practicing and playing a lot of DOTA lately. This is to cover up boredom and distress and sad to say, to cover up sad LOVE matters. Dota is my place of Zen and peace, and yes I admit I do play when love strikes me hard. But enough about this topic lets focus on dota. Speaking about which another big tournament is coming and is being sponsored by Netopia gaming hub. Me and my team is having some discussions about joining the said tournament but hell, WE NEED SOME PRACTICE!. Sad to say but each of us is starting to wander all by ourselves on DOTA land. And some of my teammates decided to play all by themselves. Not again! The last time I encountered this kind of regime we ended up disbanded. :( But im trying to reunite us again and as ive said the upcoming tournament might be the click we've all been waiting for. Please pray for us. LOL. But seriously I wish my team all the luck. Sayonara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282780915924393519-8993474835085417183?l=adiestudios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adiestudios.blogspot.com/feeds/8993474835085417183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282780915924393519&amp;postID=8993474835085417183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282780915924393519/posts/default/8993474835085417183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282780915924393519/posts/default/8993474835085417183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adiestudios.blogspot.com/2009/02/cxgrlnxtdr-to-caxngirlnxtdr.html' title='^cX^GrlNxtDr*  to caxn_gIrLNxtDr'/><author><name>adiEphotos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05467165159524738454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/SN9eFGWAHTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/iGs1HBY8ahc/S220/1_271038594l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/SaQl4La17iI/AAAAAAAAACo/hsmRwya7M-0/s72-c/Image0511.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282780915924393519.post-5112264762614751123</id><published>2009-01-27T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T08:44:37.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"ANGEL"</title><content type='html'>One night during the Kadayawan days here in Davao. Me and some of my newly acquired friends decided go out and have a drink. It was a typical drinking session and we've decided to do it at Torres. I was having a blast, and the tab was on my friend whom decided to treat us. My bestfriend was there along with his "uyab" Mai2x and my childhood friend was also there whom also met her longtime crush Lovelyn namely. The night was young and everybody around us was good company even though we didnt knew them at all. After a few rounds and some serious shots, a girl suddenly arrived. And to tell you she did struck me like a lightning bolt. She was dressed in black and wasnt to tall either. The first thing that came into my mind was, "Partner"?. Then i suddenly felt that i was in shortage of cigarettes which was a contemporary need for me during those times. I asked  the others if their had a stick, but none of them had. Then one of my friend said that "kana si charrisse ga yosi na" which meant ("that girl she smokes"). Then she replied "wala ako yosi dito, bili ka dun" which meant(I dont have some, here's some cash go buy a pack". So i said come with me. She looked bedazzled when I said that, It was like she hadnt had any trust at all. LOL. But after a thinking or two she decided to come with me. She was like the girl in my dreams. She looked perfect. I cant explain why I got hit by this angel. I cant deny the fact that she had me gasping for her attention. I was holding my cellphone and my eyes was on her. So I pulled up and had the guts to ask her number. God did answer my prayers and she did gave it to me. I was so happy and I cant hide the smiles the time I got her number. After a while I decided to go but still even in my room I still si her beauty in the darkest corners of it. Im happy I had met her and now were going out for 4 months. to be continued.....I love you mami FOREVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETERNITY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282780915924393519-5112264762614751123?l=adiestudios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adiestudios.blogspot.com/feeds/5112264762614751123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282780915924393519&amp;postID=5112264762614751123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282780915924393519/posts/default/5112264762614751123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282780915924393519/posts/default/5112264762614751123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adiestudios.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-night-during-kadayawan-days-here-in.html' title='&quot;ANGEL&quot;'/><author><name>adiEphotos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05467165159524738454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/SN9eFGWAHTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/iGs1HBY8ahc/S220/1_271038594l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282780915924393519.post-1044349725951702449</id><published>2009-01-26T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:25:01.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Team Caution "Be one or Beware"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/SX6MPhDNx7I/AAAAAAAAACY/loGA_j73gx4/s1600-h/1_157717862l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/SX6MPhDNx7I/AAAAAAAAACY/loGA_j73gx4/s320/1_157717862l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295824410032064434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Team &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Caution&lt;/span&gt; Members:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name&lt;br /&gt;Adi                                     (^cX^GrlNxtDr)&lt;br /&gt;Jesus(^cX^dawnelemental)&lt;br /&gt;Jong O.(^cX^psuedo)&lt;br /&gt;Ralph(^cX^d@ot)&lt;br /&gt;Jong G.(^cX^jOngky)&lt;br /&gt;Pen2(^cX^OgMoves)&lt;br /&gt;Aries(^cX^paAaAaAakz)&lt;br /&gt;Miklos(^cX^Bisakol)&lt;br /&gt;MarkP.(^cX^MysticPeak)&lt;br /&gt;Aila&lt;br /&gt;Luigi&lt;br /&gt;Charrisse&lt;br /&gt;Ron&lt;br /&gt;Tony&lt;br /&gt;Benjo&lt;br /&gt;JohnPaul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendster : (teamimba@yahoo.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if you do have a problem, DIE bitch! : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282780915924393519-1044349725951702449?l=adiestudios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adiestudios.blogspot.com/feeds/1044349725951702449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282780915924393519&amp;postID=1044349725951702449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282780915924393519/posts/default/1044349725951702449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282780915924393519/posts/default/1044349725951702449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adiestudios.blogspot.com/2009/01/team-caution-be-one-or-beware.html' title='Team Caution &quot;Be one or Beware&quot;'/><author><name>adiEphotos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05467165159524738454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/SN9eFGWAHTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/iGs1HBY8ahc/S220/1_271038594l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/SX6MPhDNx7I/AAAAAAAAACY/loGA_j73gx4/s72-c/1_157717862l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282780915924393519.post-6611047201349691925</id><published>2008-11-08T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:37:53.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words Cant Explain How Much I Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/SRaRr4CbG0I/AAAAAAAAACQ/zACC5IxuCo8/s1600-h/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/SRaRr4CbG0I/AAAAAAAAACQ/zACC5IxuCo8/s320/us.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266556997219326786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its been 2 months, since we've first met. But I really cant explain why everytime I look at her, its like i've known her since then. Everytime I look at her, I cant help but smile and think, what if I didnt met her?Damn. My life would still be the same as now, but if I havent met her, would I this be happy?would I this contented?or would I this feel so complete?I think not. I still remember those times that we were just hangin out, getting to know each other and those times we were walking on the village streets in the middle of the night. I miss those days, so much. She really makes me happy and I hope she knows how much I really love her. I were to ask how much I love her?hmm, I think my answer would be simple as "dying for you". I want to heal her wounds, those wounds others left behind. They all failed to take good care of her. They broke her  heart to pieces. I cant bear think why they can do that to an angel such as her. I did promise her that from now on, the hurting stops. No one can hurt her anymore. I kept on telling her what if she knew me first. She might have been happy. Shame on them, I hope they realize what their missing for letting her go. What can I say, I love her so much. I cant live without her for the reason im addicted to her. For some reason's every flaws and mistakes we commit just fades away. Its like when were together nothing in this world can separate us, i feel like everytime im with her im dreaming. A dream where everything's so solemn, everything's so everlasting. I'm comparing the love and her in this essay. In love definition is a strong affection for another persons arising kinship or personal ties. In love another definition is to feel a lover's passion, devotion, or tenderness. While the definition of "her" is extreme infatuation. Love is all about trusting  your partner, and being  happy with each other. Again, to make someone happy and in love. They must feel  safe and protected. I just want to say I love you so much, kaayo, FOREVER! mwah mwah. I feel so happy with you, and I hope you do also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;by "KILLER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282780915924393519-6611047201349691925?l=adiestudios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adiestudios.blogspot.com/feeds/6611047201349691925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282780915924393519&amp;postID=6611047201349691925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282780915924393519/posts/default/6611047201349691925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282780915924393519/posts/default/6611047201349691925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adiestudios.blogspot.com/2008/11/words-cant-explain-how-much-i-love-you.html' title='Words Cant Explain How Much I Love You'/><author><name>adiEphotos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05467165159524738454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/SN9eFGWAHTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/iGs1HBY8ahc/S220/1_271038594l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/SRaRr4CbG0I/AAAAAAAAACQ/zACC5IxuCo8/s72-c/us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282780915924393519.post-7963701294937971946</id><published>2008-10-01T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T05:42:33.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/SONvzXOpusI/AAAAAAAAACA/TaZ_CJPsb_U/s1600-h/natalie_everything_new+%5B%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/SONvzXOpusI/AAAAAAAAACA/TaZ_CJPsb_U/s320/natalie_everything_new+%5B%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252164518643612354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LOVE YOU SO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by: Natalie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lyrics : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                      Ooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ooh, ooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ooh, ooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From the minute that you got my attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was taken and I have to mention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was trying to not let it show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I knew I wasn't gonna let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From the way that you came right to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Looking all hot with the style that threw me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No one would've ever known it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You would be the one who take this heart and hold it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You got that extraordinary way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Got to be next to ya every single day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You do something that I just can't explain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wanna take the chance and tell you you're the one for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ooh, I love you so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just look in my eyes, they'll tell you where this could go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you know it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ooh, I love you so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Look in these eyes, they'll tell you where this could go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just want you to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You can san say anything you want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No stress 'cause I understand you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We got a vibe you can't define&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Want everyone know that boy is mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We won't fight and stop and stare at the way you hold me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You take me there at times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel I lose control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Forget everyone but the hand I'm holding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You got that extraordinary way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Got to be next to ya every single day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You do something that I just can't explain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wanna take the chance and tell you you're the one for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ooh, I love you so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just look in my eyes, they'll tell you where this could go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can you feel it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ooh, I love you so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Look in these eyes, they'll tell you where this could go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just want you to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please know this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll always be right here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And you don't have to look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nowhere else babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't think for a minute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This love will change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh you should know that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ooh, I love you so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just look in my eyes, they'll tell you where this could go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can you feel it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ooh, I love you so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Look in these eyes, they'll tell you where this could go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just want you to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ooh, I love you so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just look in my eyes, they'll tell you where this could go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can you feel it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ooh, I love you so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Look in these eyes, they'll tell you where this could go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just want you to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282780915924393519-7963701294937971946?l=adiestudios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adiestudios.blogspot.com/feeds/7963701294937971946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/SONvzXOpusI/AAAAAAAAACA/TaZ_CJPsb_U/s72-c/natalie_everything_new+%5B%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282780915924393519.post-916777123320724647</id><published>2008-09-30T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T12:17:39.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE CHARRISSE MAE AMBORGO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/SOJ2nFoBh_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/65fv8na4yyA/s1600-h/cha1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/SOJ2nFoBh_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/65fv8na4yyA/s320/cha1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251890529364445170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I Love her so much!I just realized that everything about her is something I really cant live without. I heard some comments some good and some bad, at first it did messed up my mind for quite a while but after I saw her? it all went down the drain.. :) If loving someone so much and all that loving reached the point where you even love her more than yourself is a crime. Well?Guilty am I? I kept on explaining on how much I love her, but I guess this is the part where you say "words aint enough"!. I kept on telling her friends how much I love her, to the point even they were annoyed.LOL. But thats what I really want them to know. My life revolves around her so much right now. I was really happy that she came, there are some feelings that she brought to me, feelings where I thought I'd never feel again. I did give up on serious love a long time ago, for some reasons I really cant talk about. Until she came...I didnt even regret the time I walked out on my last girlfriend just to see her one time, what can I do?she makes me happy. Even those days that we were just messin around, I cant deny the fact that during those times it was one of the happiest moments with her. She makes me want to  go to school everyday, makes we even want to go to church during Sundays. A girl of my dreams perhaps?yes she trully is one of the really, really, really good things that happened to my life. Why is this happening?Is this a sign?Is she the one for me?well if she is then Im so much more happy with what God is planning for me. I cant talk that much when im infront of her, she's like someone I fear, and im not fearing her literaly, I fear that i might not bring good to the conversation or I might say something wrong and end up in disaster. I kept on telling her I think she's one of the few women that might make me cry, and to tell you this im not an emotional type of being.LOL..sometimes?hehe. I just want to say I Love you Charrisse Mae Amborgo and Im proud of you. If nothing else matters?then "your the best one ive ever had"!.MWAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282780915924393519-916777123320724647?l=adiestudios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adiestudios.blogspot.com/feeds/916777123320724647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282780915924393519&amp;postID=916777123320724647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282780915924393519/posts/default/916777123320724647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282780915924393519/posts/default/916777123320724647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adiestudios.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-love-charrisse-mae-amborgo.html' title='I LOVE CHARRISSE MAE AMBORGO'/><author><name>adiEphotos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05467165159524738454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/SN9eFGWAHTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/iGs1HBY8ahc/S220/1_271038594l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/SOJ2nFoBh_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/65fv8na4yyA/s72-c/cha1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282780915924393519.post-3423888355742251231</id><published>2008-09-29T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T05:30:27.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jason Williams Retires!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img157.imageshack.us/img157/6894/001367680la2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img157.imageshack.us/img157/6894/001367680la2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason Williams announces his retirement last Friday. A profound nba player, known for his street kind of game and sick ball handling skills, He also helped his past team the Miami Heat on pursuing the Nba Finals in 06. In his 10 year career he averaged 11.4 pts,  6.3 assists and shot 39.6 percent from the floor. An all time assist major man. He was traded to the La Clippers this 2008 but soon after that he announced his retirement. Jason Williams a great player.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282780915924393519-3423888355742251231?l=adiestudios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adiestudios.blogspot.com/feeds/3423888355742251231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282780915924393519&amp;postID=3423888355742251231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282780915924393519/posts/default/3423888355742251231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282780915924393519/posts/default/3423888355742251231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adiestudios.blogspot.com/2008/09/jason-williams-retires.html' title='Jason Williams Retires!'/><author><name>adiEphotos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05467165159524738454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/SN9eFGWAHTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/iGs1HBY8ahc/S220/1_271038594l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282780915924393519.post-135132730497696283</id><published>2008-09-29T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T04:04:57.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love of my Life</title><content type='html'>What can i say doing much loving is somewhat tiring. But what the  hell, if I know who I with and I know who benefits it all?those so called "tired" moments justs vanishes away. I love her so much what can I do?sometimes being alone in my room makes me think about her, ideas comes alive during those wee hours of the night. Questions like "what will I give her on our monthsary?" those kind of questions. I really cant mention it to her actualy, OK..lets just put it this way my mouth are shut during the times were together. "Torpe?" i dont think so. Weak maybe?why not?...I just love her that how matter what I do i cant slip her of my mind. It's just tiring and I really dont know why?Its not that I despise Love, I just wish that Love might evolve into a more cooler, relaxed and all out happy kind of feeling. So not to hide the magical feeling that it gives. Issues I face in this relationship are not that serious thank God. Let me ask you a question? is it hard to forget someone you did love? that questions really rattle's my mind right now. Is it ok for someone you love to bring those feelings up not to make any scene but just to mention it to you and It disturbingly makes you jealous!!!Damn, Love is weird in someway. But what can I do?I LOVE HER SO MUCH!NO REGRETS!NO EXCUSES!NO BUTS!I LOVE HER!HANDS DOWN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tf_C_BxUEjc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tf_C_BxUEjc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/282780915924393519-135132730497696283?l=adiestudios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adiestudios.blogspot.com/feeds/135132730497696283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282780915924393519&amp;postID=135132730497696283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282780915924393519/posts/default/135132730497696283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282780915924393519/posts/default/135132730497696283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adiestudios.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-of-my-life_29.html' title='Love of my Life'/><author><name>adiEphotos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05467165159524738454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/SN9eFGWAHTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/iGs1HBY8ahc/S220/1_271038594l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282780915924393519.post-5880859001716683787</id><published>2008-09-28T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T03:41:40.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired by Jonky Studios</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/SN9dxnoL0dI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gQPT3wwW5yE/s1600-h/jonky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/SN9dxnoL0dI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gQPT3wwW5yE/s320/jonky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251018797569790418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;editing tools inspired by Jonky, dota god and photoshop enthusiast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ps2/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282780915924393519-5880859001716683787?l=adiestudios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adiestudios.blogspot.com/feeds/5880859001716683787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282780915924393519&amp;postID=5880859001716683787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282780915924393519/posts/default/5880859001716683787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282780915924393519/posts/default/5880859001716683787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adiestudios.blogspot.com/2008/09/inspired-by-jonky-studios.html' title='Inspired by Jonky Studios'/><author><name>adiEphotos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05467165159524738454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/SN9eFGWAHTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/iGs1HBY8ahc/S220/1_271038594l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/SN9dxnoL0dI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gQPT3wwW5yE/s72-c/jonky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282780915924393519.post-2363613187713557790</id><published>2008-09-28T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T03:31:40.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love of my Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At first i wasnt really sure about the feeling I felt about her. It was the typical "yes i like you feeling". But as time goes by and each day im spending with her, it came clear to me that we both had same perceptions to the path we were taking. Yes, I honestly feel guilty to the things that i personally did, and guilt that time was just taking me over the edge, It was just unbearable. Emotions were subtle, it was like choosing who's better your mom or your dad?For some this might just be easy to answer but based on actual settings it was quite hard. But one things for sure as each day passes and im with her, I was happy. Each day was like taking one remedy after another until you reach the point where your illness in long gone. Just want to say one thing....I LOVE YOU KILLAWER!&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/282780915924393519-2363613187713557790?l=adiestudios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adiestudios.blogspot.com/feeds/2363613187713557790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282780915924393519&amp;postID=2363613187713557790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282780915924393519/posts/default/2363613187713557790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282780915924393519/posts/default/2363613187713557790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adiestudios.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-of-my-life.html' title='Love of my Life'/><author><name>adiEphotos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05467165159524738454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/SN9eFGWAHTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/iGs1HBY8ahc/S220/1_271038594l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282780915924393519.post-4517786670604896487</id><published>2008-09-27T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T10:21:13.235-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carina&apos;s request'/><title type='text'>Recent Workz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/SN5fGAzTldI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3gTrpj4bXn8/s1600-h/final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/SN5fGAzTldI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3gTrpj4bXn8/s320/final.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250738772459623890" 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/282780915924393519-4517786670604896487?l=adiestudios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adiestudios.blogspot.com/feeds/4517786670604896487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282780915924393519&amp;postID=4517786670604896487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282780915924393519/posts/default/4517786670604896487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282780915924393519/posts/default/4517786670604896487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adiestudios.blogspot.com/2008/09/recent-workz.html' title='Recent Workz'/><author><name>adiEphotos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05467165159524738454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/SN9eFGWAHTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/iGs1HBY8ahc/S220/1_271038594l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R0VVSKejDHI/SN5fGAzTldI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3gTrpj4bXn8/s72-c/final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
