<?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-7139535586759294294</id><updated>2011-08-03T22:02:45.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BE SMITE by the MIGHTOFRYAN</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightofryan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7139535586759294294/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightofryan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>[R] yan        is</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08358997807436562150</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>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7139535586759294294.post-8275918362515489662</id><published>2009-12-31T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T08:03:46.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>31-12-09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day marks an end to year 2009. 28 years old for that is. At the same time it meant a new beginning. It has something to do with a movie, "AVATAR". There was this scene, where the hero (Jake Sully) of the show receive this new mission, in riding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Toruk&lt;/span&gt; ( The orange, tiger striped flying creature ) " take it to the next level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after the show, I went home and saw this giant billboard. It said the same thing. " Take it to the next level". For now I'm extremely sure that I felt my calling. On my way home, it was constantly calling me to bring myself to the next act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act 2 ( Part of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;filmmaking&lt;/span&gt; Journey )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of this..... I reviewed briefly on all the goals I set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90% achieved.    10%  unaccomplished - What are they?&lt;br /&gt;1) I postponed the short film.&lt;br /&gt;2) I couldnt get what I was so infatuated over the last 5 months.&lt;br /&gt;3) 2 years have passed, I made a promise to someone that I would achieve certain success. But instead I steered towards my dream and forsaking the chance to get rich. So be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow this calling..... or maybe it was my sub-conscious mind. It gave me a requirement, whether I was willing to forsake it for a year. My answer is Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Brand new 2010 Here I come. Oh wait, I'm hearing distant firework sounds, or was it the thunderous night rumbling away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my new goal. A feature film for 2010. Time for this hero" Ryan" to get into his act2. I'm Ready Now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7139535586759294294-8275918362515489662?l=mightofryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightofryan.blogspot.com/feeds/8275918362515489662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mightofryan.blogspot.com/2009/12/31-12-09-this-day-marks-end-to-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7139535586759294294/posts/default/8275918362515489662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7139535586759294294/posts/default/8275918362515489662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightofryan.blogspot.com/2009/12/31-12-09-this-day-marks-end-to-year.html' title=''/><author><name>[R] yan        is</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08358997807436562150</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-7139535586759294294.post-5085436277087798833</id><published>2009-12-04T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T08:26:10.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Teleportation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what my mind has been doing all over the place. The Vibes I feel, its pretty hard to unfocus at times. Especially times when u start sleeping and the dream world invades, I haven't been sleeping well at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is so exhausted because you have been running all over in my head, simply becoz I just couldn't have the chance to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so special.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7139535586759294294-5085436277087798833?l=mightofryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightofryan.blogspot.com/feeds/5085436277087798833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mightofryan.blogspot.com/2009/12/teleportation-that-is-what-my-mind-has.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7139535586759294294/posts/default/5085436277087798833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7139535586759294294/posts/default/5085436277087798833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightofryan.blogspot.com/2009/12/teleportation-that-is-what-my-mind-has.html' title=''/><author><name>[R] yan        is</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08358997807436562150</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-7139535586759294294.post-4079266933010386014</id><published>2009-11-17T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T10:06:50.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>A Disaster Movie 2012 ( How about a prediction for a 4 D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed~ Why do people keep thinking about dying , end of world? Why did they not see birth or a new goal. I felt disappointed coz the Act 2 of the story made u wanna believe that they created "Spaceship" instead of ship. Anyway that's a personal view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly A thought popped into my mind while watching the credits. I thought of someone throughout the show. You said something about " You'd settled for what comes along", but I won't. Whether or not what's mine and what's not, I'm gonna fight for what I want. Should the tsunami goes more than 3,000 ft high or even a 20 pointer earthquake happens. My decision for my path is clear and absolute.  "I will not settle for less, I hope the same goes for you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, I remembered the things you said, the way you felt, the way you reacted, the way you got angry, the path you want to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7139535586759294294-4079266933010386014?l=mightofryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightofryan.blogspot.com/feeds/4079266933010386014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mightofryan.blogspot.com/2009/11/2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7139535586759294294/posts/default/4079266933010386014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7139535586759294294/posts/default/4079266933010386014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightofryan.blogspot.com/2009/11/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>[R] yan        is</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08358997807436562150</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-7139535586759294294.post-606817248524561327</id><published>2009-10-17T08:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T08:22:25.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling In love Again</title><content type='html'>"The Ugly Truth"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched this movie, I find myself very much alike Gerard Butler. Weeks later I simply forgotten about what this show. Until I heard someone said," I see so much of myself in Katherine Heigl" and she has seen the show 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly my forehead felt warm... Its like a South Meeting North Pole of a magnet... I'm glad after all these episodes. There is just Something about her that attracts me so much. This kind of attraction is so unlike before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You appeared in my dreams.....from what I recalled, I rejected you in the dream. Some signs of how resolved I'm right now. I done with your chapter and I'm glad I'm Falling  in love again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7139535586759294294-606817248524561327?l=mightofryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightofryan.blogspot.com/feeds/606817248524561327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mightofryan.blogspot.com/2009/10/falling-in-love-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7139535586759294294/posts/default/606817248524561327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7139535586759294294/posts/default/606817248524561327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightofryan.blogspot.com/2009/10/falling-in-love-again.html' title='Falling In love Again'/><author><name>[R] yan        is</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08358997807436562150</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-7139535586759294294.post-4857145405239851494</id><published>2009-09-26T04:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T05:44:08.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW wow WOW</title><content type='html'>Been ages since I last Post... 1 Piece of Good News &amp;amp; 1 fantastic love story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good News&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My show reels are being examined by Executive ProducerS of Okto and I'm awaiting response to get a job or something, however that's uncertain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better than nothing but it shows I'm moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fantastic Love Story&lt;/span&gt; ( gonna be long, so sit tight and enjoy the reading as I have enjoyed dreaming it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story involves a little boy (ME of coz)  &amp;amp; girl ( you won't believe, i will place the pic below) who are orphans and sick with some form of incurable disease. Both of us shared a childhood together and till 20s. I was infatuated with her since teenage, but we lost contact over time and soon we began to go our ways. A pity that I didn't confess my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became a doctor researching on curing disease ( her disease) and as I grew matured and older, symptoms of my illness went away. So there was this dinner gala held by the society of above "specialist" doctors. I went and I found her at last.... with her boyfriend though.. and this is how she looks like, she still look as fair as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of coz I approach her and we began to catchup on good "O" times which I couldn't think of any. I began to realized she is just dating or the sake of dating. However her illness still remains and of my research for curing that illness advanced no further. I began to think of ways to cheer her up since I knew her for a long time. I found out  she loves painting and sculpting and thus I began taking some lessons on it without her knowing. Then I forsake every material and riches which I have earned throughout as a doctor and also I began to love these arts over the time and I became master like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed our time together and once I tried to hold her hands but she pushed it off and started off with a different topic, I began to wonder. Several times this type of incident repeated and I slowly got demoralized and I got myself wasted on alcohol. My body wasn't able to take it and the illness came back. I stopped but it was too late, and at the same time she became sicker and she couldn't get out of her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to spend my time at home leaving the career behind as I knew my days were close. I began paint many portraits and it had a STORYBOARD like feel of my affections to her since teenage. I completed that and I was gonna work on my sculpting of her. I was rushing my work before her time was up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I forgot to leave the gates of the house close and at the same time she decided to visit me, and I couldnt hide all the items in time. She realized the painting and was completely amazed. Once again, I tried to hold her hands she rejected again and this time I told her right in the face how much I have love her since young.  Both of us broke into tears and I could tell she was holding onto "thing". Next I cough blood, and it showed how bad health was... and then she spoke,"I'm so sorry, why I rejected you so many times is because I love you". She continued further," because I'm dying and I left a month or 2 to go and I don't want you to bear that kind of grief."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled her to the room where the sculpting of her image was at, next I knew we both held each other and sat down. Moments later.............. that was when I woke up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( who dies next or live, you decide)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE GIRL IS ..... Lin Chi Ling haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXFzqsuAymM/Sr4I1yYS-aI/AAAAAAAAABM/IDGNrBrzY-I/s1600-h/chi+ling2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXFzqsuAymM/Sr4I1yYS-aI/AAAAAAAAABM/IDGNrBrzY-I/s200/chi+ling2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385751924531460514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PXFzqsuAymM/Sr4FZl8haYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/rMbPhnIIqRI/s1600-h/chi+ling3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 163px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PXFzqsuAymM/Sr4FZl8haYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/rMbPhnIIqRI/s200/chi+ling3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385748141622520194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PXFzqsuAymM/Sr4FgORWnxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bdKQDVYIWIs/s1600-h/chi+ling4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PXFzqsuAymM/Sr4FgORWnxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bdKQDVYIWIs/s200/chi+ling4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385748255526526738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PXFzqsuAymM/Sr4FVt8l5aI/AAAAAAAAAAs/pS9UP5vfGRM/s1600-h/chi+ling1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PXFzqsuAymM/Sr4FVt8l5aI/AAAAAAAAAAs/pS9UP5vfGRM/s200/chi+ling1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385748075050821026" 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/7139535586759294294-4857145405239851494?l=mightofryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightofryan.blogspot.com/feeds/4857145405239851494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mightofryan.blogspot.com/2009/09/wow-wow-wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7139535586759294294/posts/default/4857145405239851494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7139535586759294294/posts/default/4857145405239851494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightofryan.blogspot.com/2009/09/wow-wow-wow.html' title='WOW wow WOW'/><author><name>[R] yan        is</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08358997807436562150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXFzqsuAymM/Sr4I1yYS-aI/AAAAAAAAABM/IDGNrBrzY-I/s72-c/chi+ling2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7139535586759294294.post-2789012072888159533</id><published>2009-03-23T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T07:48:07.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Trying to move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let me move on, its been ten months already... maybe its my own weakness that resulted in this. Your name keep reappearing out of nowhere, I tried so hard to pretend that you didn't matter anymore. I kept going on dates but it didn't help...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I was the only left withering in solace of last winter. I realized I'm nothing but a hollow vessel and there is this frightened kid screaming for help so that he can heal from those very wounds u left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else can I do now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7139535586759294294-2789012072888159533?l=mightofryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightofryan.blogspot.com/feeds/2789012072888159533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mightofryan.blogspot.com/2009/03/trying-to-move-on-please-let-me-move-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7139535586759294294/posts/default/2789012072888159533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7139535586759294294/posts/default/2789012072888159533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightofryan.blogspot.com/2009/03/trying-to-move-on-please-let-me-move-on.html' title=''/><author><name>[R] yan        is</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08358997807436562150</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-7139535586759294294.post-7701669746668537686</id><published>2009-03-13T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T09:58:56.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News &amp; Bad News</title><content type='html'>Finally time to share wassup with me. Been busy doing a short film with mdis peeps for a video competition. Lots of experience gathered, it was sure a invaluable one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good News&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I dont know if it even counts as one. For the 1st time in my life, I diverted my attention of gaming, unsuccessful womanizing, slacking towards film making. Nothing fervored me like this before. I wish i'm more financially supported in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bad News&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that 2 person.....in school contact me for some reason. Whether to go out or just talk, it freakin made me pissed OR wondered. DID U "COMMUNICATE" with me just to vent frustration or boredom then brush me off like a tick when u don't need my ENTERTAINMENT. Why am I so pissed? I just try to be a nice guy sometimes and it seems like when I need to be entertain...... you two just don't even bother to find out why I sms or called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me being petty or do I think too much. If I didn't made my "calling" clear enough. FUCK MYSELF but if its true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK U &amp;amp; FUCK UR ATTITUDE, FUCKERS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7139535586759294294-7701669746668537686?l=mightofryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightofryan.blogspot.com/feeds/7701669746668537686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mightofryan.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-news-bad-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7139535586759294294/posts/default/7701669746668537686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7139535586759294294/posts/default/7701669746668537686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightofryan.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-news-bad-news.html' title='Good News &amp; Bad News'/><author><name>[R] yan        is</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08358997807436562150</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-7139535586759294294.post-5975857286871859948</id><published>2009-02-01T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T09:41:06.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Adventure</title><content type='html'>Most of the time, I have odd dreams. However this time, it was so seemingly real &amp;amp; logical. Laugh all you want but this is how it went......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with a group of Caucasians in a wooden cabin and to my horror they were like having orgies and I was quite disgusted with facial expression walking out when I found their activities. At the same time from another door, another very pretty asian girl walked out with same expression as I carried. She was very beautiful which I couldn't really describe, long smooth silky black hair, tan glowing skin, fine features with demure look. At that split moment we fell in love ( haha, why ? I do not know.)  We started getting into courting actions only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this part took place in a medieval age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we developed further, I was introduced to her father who was impressed with me for some brave actions in saving some of the people of his country during a flood. Yes he was the king of that country and then I realized the girl was the princess and to make matters worse...... An enemy of my country. You see, I was a captain of my own country and slowly the king found out my origins and declared me to be arrested or killed at sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore my plate armor and stole a horse and road back towards my border of the country. ( both countries were separated by a river and the only path was to run through a huge wooden draw bridge. Armies were behind me chasing and she was also with the army pleading the king to stop. I had an arrow stuck on my back and several arrows and spears whizzed pass my head. At the very moment, I turned my head back and a tear fell from my eye. When I reached safety, I was terribly wounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several years later I decided to lead a conquest to enter the country and with hopes of her still waiting for me. ( this part i saw a glow in my eye, anticipating with passion )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7139535586759294294-5975857286871859948?l=mightofryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightofryan.blogspot.com/feeds/5975857286871859948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mightofryan.blogspot.com/2009/02/great-adventure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7139535586759294294/posts/default/5975857286871859948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7139535586759294294/posts/default/5975857286871859948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightofryan.blogspot.com/2009/02/great-adventure.html' title='A Great Adventure'/><author><name>[R] yan        is</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08358997807436562150</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-7139535586759294294.post-9006496775912637440</id><published>2009-01-21T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T12:20:49.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awkward</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXFzqsuAymM/SXdiatDqszI/AAAAAAAAAAU/nqyoHBRYA7s/s1600-h/images_zoo_lion1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXFzqsuAymM/SXdiatDqszI/AAAAAAAAAAU/nqyoHBRYA7s/s320/images_zoo_lion1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293808097908405042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Its just me thinking too much, seldom or rarely has my senses prove me wrong. I think you are avoiding me, haha......For wat reason, I think I know. Noticed that u don't look into my eyes when I'm talking to u or maybe I'm hallucinating. Still some things are better left unsaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well so be it then. Its not like I want anything from you. Bit by bit, I might no longer require my knee guard anymore. It seems like I'm at a 95% complete knee recovery. Soon there will be a league and this time I will dominate and show prowess !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* An injured then recovered lion's strike is unstoppable * Once they started chasing, they won't stop until their prey is completely dead in its track.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7139535586759294294-9006496775912637440?l=mightofryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightofryan.blogspot.com/feeds/9006496775912637440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mightofryan.blogspot.com/2009/01/awkward.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7139535586759294294/posts/default/9006496775912637440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7139535586759294294/posts/default/9006496775912637440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightofryan.blogspot.com/2009/01/awkward.html' title='Awkward'/><author><name>[R] yan        is</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08358997807436562150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXFzqsuAymM/SXdiatDqszI/AAAAAAAAAAU/nqyoHBRYA7s/s72-c/images_zoo_lion1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7139535586759294294.post-6984623715495222836</id><published>2009-01-18T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T08:39:47.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dramatic Last Few Days</title><content type='html'>2 days ago, I met some bloke who introduced me really neat stuffs into filming but it wasn't by chance. It was total pure hardwork as i scoured the city from West to Central to East to find a suitable filming video cams &amp;amp; lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he introduced me "SINEMA OLD SCHOOL". Next day I went to watch a local romance movie by myself believing no one would bother accompanying me. Well my primary objective was met, which was to mix around with local film scene. I spoke to this talented younger than me director/producer.  My secondary objective would soon be met. After all, I was from the sales line :P pitching with passion shouldn't be a problem I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also today I spent a fukin busy day trying to clear broken tiles in my living room, did I mention it was like a war zone with debris n rubble all over. How unlucky especially when its chinese new year and worser when u wanna invite friends over for the 1st time.... But then I went on polish up my to swordsmanship like posta de donna, posta longuard and some instabil drills. ( italian names)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, I will not allow u to hinder my goals n dreams. I fell deep enough last year and you are but just a passing shadow !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7139535586759294294-6984623715495222836?l=mightofryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightofryan.blogspot.com/feeds/6984623715495222836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mightofryan.blogspot.com/2009/01/dramatic-last-few-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7139535586759294294/posts/default/6984623715495222836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7139535586759294294/posts/default/6984623715495222836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightofryan.blogspot.com/2009/01/dramatic-last-few-days.html' title='Dramatic Last Few Days'/><author><name>[R] yan        is</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08358997807436562150</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-7139535586759294294.post-7753423043699628251</id><published>2009-01-08T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T11:15:25.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 A Fresh Start</title><content type='html'>For starters, a new blog for a new year and for a new drive within.&lt;br /&gt;Goodstuffs:&lt;br /&gt;1) I believe my knee cap finally recovered after a real bad 7 month long injury&lt;br /&gt;2) I'm getting more serious in school work and being on time&lt;br /&gt;3) I'm angry at something and it gives me alot of strength &amp;amp; power &amp;amp; adrenaline to tone back my body. I mean it&lt;br /&gt;4) I'm dead serious abt getting my driving license now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neutral:&lt;br /&gt;1) I don't even know its good or bad, I watched "Yes Man" today and discovered too much of myself in the role Jim Carrey was acting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badstuffs:&lt;br /&gt;1) I gotta step out of my comfort zone ; ;&lt;br /&gt;2) I got a feeling, I'm giving u false hope. I'm sorry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7139535586759294294-7753423043699628251?l=mightofryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightofryan.blogspot.com/feeds/7753423043699628251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mightofryan.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-fresh-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7139535586759294294/posts/default/7753423043699628251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7139535586759294294/posts/default/7753423043699628251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightofryan.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-fresh-start.html' title='2009 A Fresh Start'/><author><name>[R] yan        is</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08358997807436562150</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>
