<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35688342</id><updated>2011-07-27T04:03:48.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaac.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35688342/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaac.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>zaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05503817759264356001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35688342.post-116035095366765302</id><published>2006-10-08T16:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T16:42:33.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my full profile</title><content type='html'>http://www.friendster.com/wolfcerebrus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.friendster.com/wolfcerebrus&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35688342-116035095366765302?l=zaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaac.blogspot.com/feeds/116035095366765302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35688342&amp;postID=116035095366765302' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35688342/posts/default/116035095366765302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35688342/posts/default/116035095366765302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaac.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-full-profile_116035095366765302.html' title='my full profile'/><author><name>zaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05503817759264356001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35688342.post-116035095325481477</id><published>2006-10-08T16:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T16:42:33.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my full profile</title><content type='html'>http://www.friendster.com/wolfcerebrus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.friendster.com/wolfcerebrus&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35688342-116035095325481477?l=zaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaac.blogspot.com/feeds/116035095325481477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35688342&amp;postID=116035095325481477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35688342/posts/default/116035095325481477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35688342/posts/default/116035095325481477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaac.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-full-profile_08.html' title='my full profile'/><author><name>zaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05503817759264356001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35688342.post-116035057723613691</id><published>2006-10-08T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T16:36:17.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sUPER pOWERS</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wished that you had a super power? If you could have one, what would it be? Lately I've been giving this a lot of thought, not that I actually think I'll ever get one, but sometimes I'm bored and my mind wanders. There are so many to choose from: to be able to fly (without the help of mechanical contraptions)...now there's a good one. I could get from point A to point B without taking public trans, avoid all the traffic, just go for a spin when I feel like being somewhere else, fly on over to visit a few overseas friends (WDKY). Yes flying would be nice. But, there's Xray vision. Oh my. I wouldn't use it to see people naked...mostly I can get that just by asking nicely. If I had Xray vision I'd look through doors, walls, people. I say people because sometimes you have that annoying person who stands between you and something else that happens to be the object of your desire. If I had Xray vision I could look past them instead of pretending they are not there. I'm not very good at pretending. How about the ability to read minds? Dangerous. I'm not sure I want to know what's on the minds of most of the people I know. If I could read someone's mind, would I make different choices could read minds, would I be able to read my own more easily? How about having super strength as a super power? I'm not sure what I would do with this one. Maybe I could run circles really fast around the people that annoy me, so fast, they would never know what hit them. I could play any sport I liked, and always be the person the crowd is cheering for. Super powers....maybe I have them already and I don't even&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.friendster.com/wolfcerebrus&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35688342-116035057723613691?l=zaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaac.blogspot.com/feeds/116035057723613691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35688342&amp;postID=116035057723613691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35688342/posts/default/116035057723613691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35688342/posts/default/116035057723613691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaac.blogspot.com/2006/10/super-powers.html' title='sUPER pOWERS'/><author><name>zaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05503817759264356001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35688342.post-116035019894194423</id><published>2006-10-08T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T16:29:58.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Group Project</title><content type='html'>I woke up very early this morning, I looked at my cellphone and there was an unread text message, that message was sent to me by my groupmates in nstp, it tells me that i had to go to the santolan station(lrta) but it was quite late when i woke up i only had few remaining minutes,so i hurried quickly got my clothes,  asking for my allowance and rushing towards my destination , in the jeepney i was about to pay my transportaion fee when suddenly the vehicle came to a complete stop. everybody was shaken and my fee i dropeed it (whatta day i thought so many bad things happened)  i arrived at last at santolan where my groupmates where patiently waiting * i thought i was the last to come but in my surprise there was 2 members that were not yet there. so we waited . . . waited  until finally they made an agreement not to wait for them anymore because  it was really getting late. So we rode a jeepney I saw lots of small houses and finally we reached our destination , a squater area, then there were 2 kids waitng for us there (our nstp project was to adopt 2 kids and make them happy for 1 day=) ) so we had our final confirmation from their parents, then we went to hit the road again , we went to the mall , we treat the kids w/ lunch (at this time I was worried because my money was just only P200 )&lt;br /&gt;after that we took them to a game station and to many places in the mall like the pet shop etcetc&lt;br /&gt;we rode a roller coaster , we had those bump caRS 2 , we played w/ them on the token machines&lt;br /&gt;( it was not a bad day after all i thought in my mind ) (P30 was thee only remaining money in my pocket ) and i said to myself this 1 could be a bad day finally we went home our group split in to two groups 1 group went to fetch the children and the other group went straight home . I went w/ the group who went straight home . Amazingly i still reached home my money (P.50 centavos) Not  A Bad Day after all XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.friendster.com/wolfcerebrus&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35688342-116035019894194423?l=zaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaac.blogspot.com/feeds/116035019894194423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35688342&amp;postID=116035019894194423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35688342/posts/default/116035019894194423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35688342/posts/default/116035019894194423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaac.blogspot.com/2006/10/group-project.html' title='Group Project'/><author><name>zaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05503817759264356001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35688342.post-116034700874157759</id><published>2006-10-08T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T15:36:48.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bagyong Milenyo</title><content type='html'>~ Things I did To kill My time When this Event Happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Listened to the Radio(fm) I Had To buy The batteries T_T&lt;br /&gt;2.) Played Games On My Cellphone until it got lo-battery&lt;br /&gt;3.) Sleep . . . . Sleep&lt;br /&gt;4.) Me and My Brothers played cards the whole night&lt;br /&gt;5.) Called friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a blackout and the rain was so strong i could hear the raindrops smashing on the tin roof. I thought at that time that electricity is going up and running again in a few hours until. . .  I learned from the news(radio) that the blackout would be until the next day .&lt;br /&gt;I was really bored at the house, there was really nothing to, I was complaining . . . , and i was not used to living with no electricity. But then I thought there re some things I could still do , so i annoyed and challenged my brothers to a card game that night . We talked a lot and we joked around .1st night of blackout i couldnt sleep ,it was still raining hard , i decided to use my cellphone and play until i got tired and finally i laid down and slept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Day, still raining , no electricity and i had nothing to do , i didnt want to wake up so i slumbered . . . I woke up in the afternoon I saw my cellphone was already out of battery .I ask myself what could I do , so i picked up the phone and called my former classmate . . . chat chat&lt;br /&gt;we talked for hours not noticing the time . . people in the house was already eyeing me giving me the impression that i should get off the phone because they would use it. So i got off the phone and waited for the night to come . Finally night time came it was so humid i couldnt sleep . . i decided to take a bath and forcefully put myself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3rd Day still no electricity T_T , by this time i was really anxious that we get to have electricity&lt;br /&gt;i have heard in the radio that some places got thier electricity up and running already so i decided to go to the mall (Sm megamall) I watched those people in the ice rink went to national bookstore and bought some schoolstuff . I came come  exhausted but quite a bit refreshed because at least I experienced the cold air again. Night time came , iwas still hoping for electricity then i started to fall asleep , Suddenly a noisy sound went up to my ear(it was the neighbors cheering) and woke me, i looked around me and alas Electricity. !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.friendster.com/wolfcerebrus&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35688342-116034700874157759?l=zaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaac.blogspot.com/feeds/116034700874157759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35688342&amp;postID=116034700874157759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35688342/posts/default/116034700874157759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35688342/posts/default/116034700874157759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaac.blogspot.com/2006/10/bagyong-milenyo.html' title='Bagyong Milenyo'/><author><name>zaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05503817759264356001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35688342.post-116034428442117947</id><published>2006-10-08T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T14:51:24.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>Do you remember the moment that defined the rest of your existence? Maybe define isn't a good choice of word, after all many of us claim to 'redefine' ourselves through many different moments. Maybe I should say, do you remember the moment that changed the way you would live your life? I bet most of us can remember it, but never realized when it was happening that it would have so much power. The day my friend left me waiting alone in an empty place, was the day that I would start believing there were more important things in this life - than me.I have more to write, but honestly, it hurts. As I type the words I can feel my heart wrenching with the very remembrance of those memories. So this is going to be a process, because that's what therapy is right - tiny steps. You can push and push and push those memories so deep inside of yourself, that you think they've gone - disappeared - loosened their grip on your soul. One day you wake up and you are angry. Angry that the sun isn't shining, angry that the guy on the train has his music too loud, angry that there are too many people on the elevator, angry - angry - angry. And then they come, the memories. It's funny really, because I thought I was past all this. Apparently, I have some things to remember - before I let them go. This is post one, and the next day - they'll be another. Until they are gone, or hurt less. Until I stop letting those memories define me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SepT 28,2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.friendster.com/wolfcerebrus&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35688342-116034428442117947?l=zaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaac.blogspot.com/feeds/116034428442117947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35688342&amp;postID=116034428442117947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35688342/posts/default/116034428442117947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35688342/posts/default/116034428442117947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaac.blogspot.com/2006/10/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>zaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05503817759264356001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35688342.post-116031011833428142</id><published>2006-10-08T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T05:21:58.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.friendster.com/wolfcerebrus&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35688342-116031011833428142?l=zaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaac.blogspot.com/feeds/116031011833428142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35688342&amp;postID=116031011833428142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35688342/posts/default/116031011833428142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35688342/posts/default/116031011833428142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaac.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>zaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05503817759264356001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
