<?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-4231639165209279655</id><updated>2011-07-07T20:14:06.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i doN't G3t t#3 WoR1d!?!?!?!?!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudedevilz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231639165209279655/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudedevilz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rude Devilz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778033553644809164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TRf1hHCoN38/SdYAJakLm8I/AAAAAAAAABY/RF3UAjKUxbc/S220/ab57f5540b24f21c.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231639165209279655.post-3620083511097442680</id><published>2009-12-21T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T01:24:49.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>life is insignificant</title><content type='html'>Up until now almost everyone i know of probably thinks of me as an idiot, a person who is crazy, a fool, and other negative things. However, i don't really care, well probably because i am weird. I have a brother who is better known as the living einstei, compared to me an ordinary low life scum. He worships this relationship called 'friendship' while i on the other hand think it's trash and a total WASTE of TIME. After reading this, only a handful of people may understand what i'm trying to say, simply because this message is only a confession for myself and probably a realization message to others. LIFE is insignificant, it's simply a debt we owe. Assisting others, caring for them, falling in love or crying for your neighbors dead dog is simply worthless. I'm not denying the importance of emotions and the huge role it play in my life, however i think humans rely too much on this unnecessary factor. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;        FRIENDSHIP. It was something i hated. the need to smile or help someone totally unrelated to you... WHAT BULLSHIT. If a person is so devoted to help a 'friend' it's simply because the want something in return. It's so simple and yet a huge number of people are so drawn into it. FRIENDSHIP is actually a trap that leads to hatred. If you do not get what you so expect to gain in return you tend to get upset. yet you forgive true? How if someone else gain something that you deserve for your friendship? You will most definitely compare your situation, and thus arises jealousy, the mother of all problems. EVERYONE RIGHT NOW AT THIS POINT WILL BE THINKING THIS PERSON IS AN ASSHOLE WHO JUST DOESN'T VALUE FRIENDSHIP. But no one knows what a  certain situation can do? no one has ever considered the fact of them becoming cruel, bad or evil!! BUT IT IS. THERE'S NO SUCH THING AS NO SUCH THING! AND THAT'S WHY I PREFER ACQUAINTANCE OVER FRIENDSHIP. THERE'S NO NEED PRETEND, NO NEED TO REMEMBER, NO NEED TO HOLD BACK. Well that's that for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231639165209279655-3620083511097442680?l=rudedevilz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudedevilz.blogspot.com/feeds/3620083511097442680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231639165209279655&amp;postID=3620083511097442680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231639165209279655/posts/default/3620083511097442680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231639165209279655/posts/default/3620083511097442680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudedevilz.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-is-insignificant.html' title='life is insignificant'/><author><name>Rude Devilz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778033553644809164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TRf1hHCoN38/SdYAJakLm8I/AAAAAAAAABY/RF3UAjKUxbc/S220/ab57f5540b24f21c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231639165209279655.post-5252415387100450145</id><published>2009-04-02T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T08:04:21.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE CHRONICLES OF DEVILZ: The Beginning Of A Heartache</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TRf1hHCoN38/SdTrp_beELI/AAAAAAAAABI/jIppQreP3fA/s1600-h/smiling%2520monkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TRf1hHCoN38/SdTrp_beELI/AAAAAAAAABI/jIppQreP3fA/s400/smiling%2520monkey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320136166465212594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a Sunday morning, the house was a mess it looked like it was hot by a whirl wind, the aids patients was packed and ready to leave for Africa in hope to cure her indecent disease. She was to careless the time she had lost her verginity to her grandfather. Since then she didn' mind getting fucked by anyone as long as they had a condom. She was almost like a whore she would not mind if anyone fucked her as long as they paid her enough. However, when she fucked the guy she truely loved the mangkuk gave her std. Too bad for the red haired chicken. Why Africa? Someone told her that if she got fucked by a virgin she'll be cured. So she is on her quest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231639165209279655-5252415387100450145?l=rudedevilz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudedevilz.blogspot.com/feeds/5252415387100450145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231639165209279655&amp;postID=5252415387100450145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231639165209279655/posts/default/5252415387100450145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231639165209279655/posts/default/5252415387100450145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudedevilz.blogspot.com/2009/04/chronicles-of-devilz-beginning-of.html' title='THE CHRONICLES OF DEVILZ: The Beginning Of A Heartache'/><author><name>Rude Devilz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778033553644809164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TRf1hHCoN38/SdYAJakLm8I/AAAAAAAAABY/RF3UAjKUxbc/S220/ab57f5540b24f21c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TRf1hHCoN38/SdTrp_beELI/AAAAAAAAABI/jIppQreP3fA/s72-c/smiling%2520monkey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231639165209279655.post-8557499065076319129</id><published>2009-04-02T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T05:30:21.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE CHRONICLES OF DEVILZ: An Epic Tale... about Shantini (a.k.a. red headed ape/national chicken)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TRf1hHCoN38/SdTmC4pPV8I/AAAAAAAAABA/rJQooFR2Oyg/s1600-h/27347a500d65b83e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 102px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TRf1hHCoN38/SdTmC4pPV8I/AAAAAAAAABA/rJQooFR2Oyg/s400/27347a500d65b83e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320129997070882754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well usually when someone tell's you their status in whatever crap they're doin, if it's International or National levels we all go "UWAH DAMN CUN LAH!". But there is a huge problem. NOT ALL OF THEM ARE PROFFESIONALS!!!!!!!!!! SOME OF THEM ARE JUZT INTERNATIONAL OR NATIONAL LEVELD CHICKENS. TO QUOTE A REAL LIFE EXAMPLE SHANTINI A READ HEAD MONKEY, APE, MANGKUK IS JUZT A CHICKEN!!!!!!!! OMG!!!!!I AM SO SORRY TO ALL MONKEYS AND CHICKENS (did not intend to use ur names)!!!! Forgive me for tarnising your reputation this so- called nationl leved debate jugde is a freak of nature! Juz for readers info we were sabotajed and weren't treated fairly!! Shantini is juz a fucking asshole! She is not pro and juz wanted to bring us down she  is an insulting life form who  LIVES IN JOY WITH SOMEONES DOWNFALL AND NOT HER OWN SUCCESS did not allow someone respectable by everyone speak, did not treat anyone fairly, brain washed or took over someone's power, zero taste and has no clue what homosapiens are why?! COZ SHE IS UNDOUBTLY A FRIGGIN RED HAIRED CHICKEN!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i bet she must have thought that she was a devil dying her hair red...well here the deal I AM THE DEVIL.....RUDE DEVILZ! SHE DARES PIST ME OFF! WELL SHE AIN'T KNOW WHAT KINDDA LITRITURY SKILLS I GOT NOW DOES SHE?! WELL SHANTINI IF YOU ARE READIN THIS IT'S ALL FOR YOU!!! WE WILL ALWAYS KICK YOUR ASS!!! Besides it was you who told us that it's a TEAM THING!! FUCK OFF!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231639165209279655-8557499065076319129?l=rudedevilz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudedevilz.blogspot.com/feeds/8557499065076319129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231639165209279655&amp;postID=8557499065076319129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231639165209279655/posts/default/8557499065076319129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231639165209279655/posts/default/8557499065076319129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudedevilz.blogspot.com/2009/04/chronicles-of-devilz-epic-tale-about.html' title='THE CHRONICLES OF DEVILZ: An Epic Tale... about Shantini (a.k.a. red headed ape/national chicken)'/><author><name>Rude Devilz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778033553644809164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TRf1hHCoN38/SdYAJakLm8I/AAAAAAAAABY/RF3UAjKUxbc/S220/ab57f5540b24f21c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TRf1hHCoN38/SdTmC4pPV8I/AAAAAAAAABA/rJQooFR2Oyg/s72-c/27347a500d65b83e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231639165209279655.post-7196865048639322809</id><published>2009-03-28T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T08:57:33.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT I AM?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot/fantastical/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;You are The Sun&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Happiness, Content, Joy.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;The meanings for the Sun are fairly simple and consistent.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Young, healthy, new, fresh. The brain is working, things that were muddled come clear, everything falls into place, and everything seems to go your way.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;The Sun is ruled by the Sun, of course. This is the light that comes after the long dark night, Apollo to the Moon's Diana. A positive card, it promises you&amp;nbsp;your&amp;nbsp;day in the sun. Glory, gain, triumph, pleasure, truth, success. As the moon symbolized inspiration from the unconscious, from dreams, this card symbolizes discoveries made fully consciousness and wide awake. You have an understanding and enjoyment of science and math, beautifully constructed music, carefully reasoned philosophy. It is a card of intellect, clarity of mind, and feelings of youthful energy.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Tarot Card are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot" target="_blank"&gt;Take the Test to Find Out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231639165209279655-7196865048639322809?l=rudedevilz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudedevilz.blogspot.com/feeds/7196865048639322809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231639165209279655&amp;postID=7196865048639322809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231639165209279655/posts/default/7196865048639322809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231639165209279655/posts/default/7196865048639322809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudedevilz.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-i-am.html' title='WHAT I AM?!'/><author><name>Rude Devilz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778033553644809164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TRf1hHCoN38/SdYAJakLm8I/AAAAAAAAABY/RF3UAjKUxbc/S220/ab57f5540b24f21c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231639165209279655.post-7150516108098902421</id><published>2009-03-15T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T12:26:10.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE CHRONICLES OF ISWARAN:THE RESOLUTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the continuation pls innocent minds DO NOT READ!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he watched, Zach's eyes filled with tears. Iswaran finally reallized that Zach's anger had been masking his freggin sadness."You &lt;em&gt;mangkuk punya belacan! &lt;/em&gt;You can't eat dinner with me, but you can eat out with other people! You eight limbed octopus!!",Zach exploded."That was because I had a meeting--"Iswaran explained. "SHUT THE HELL UP YOU &lt;em&gt;TENGA PARUPU &lt;/em&gt;! I DON'T WANNA HEAR YOUR SHITASS EXPLANATIONS!" he blinked and a large tear drop fell, rolling down his chin and landing on Iswaran's shirt, where it left a wet spot."That's not true,"Iswaran denied, his chest tightening but he couldn't find the right words."It's not fair. I'm the only one in love.".With this unexpected confession, Iswaran finally understood. He found out Zach's childish, gayish and stupid ways of speaking incredibly endearing. Zach's head fell on Iswaran's shoulder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;with a gentle bump, and then he hiccuped as he let out his pent up feeling. "I love you so much..so much I just wanna fuck you....I don't know what to do.. I want to be useful to you, but I can't do anything..". "I'm sorry"Iswaran apologized as Zach gave a big gulp.He continued,"I had no idea you felt that way. You're stronge to accept and love me so i thought you would just forgive everything Zachy". Realizing that Zach's had really been hurt by his words, Iswaran's heart ached with regret. When he put his arms around Zach's shoulders, Zach twicthed slightly and his body stiffened. But he soon relaxed and clutched Iswaran's shirt more tightly. Iswaran gently cradled Zach in his arms and clicked his tougue in frustration. After some hesitation, he gathered Zach in his arms and stood up. This sudde action seemed to have surprised Zach into ceasing his tears."?Where are we going..?"Zach was confussed."The bedroom of course" Iswaran replied. "Why?"Zach's face was suprised."What do you mean 'why'? After coming on to a person like that..unbelievable..."Iswaran sighed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AT THE BEDROOM...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zach lay dazed on the bed right where he'd been put down. Iswaran pounced on him, and slipped his arms around Iswaran's neck."Mm...".He let himself be pulled cl;oser, and Zach's eyes, dark with passion, closed slowly. Zach gave him a little peck with his lips that were soft and sweet."..Hmmm..."Zach sigh mingled with Iswaran's breath as he deepened the kiss. When he tickled the inside of Zach's mouth, the boy's body gave a shudder, and when their tongues rubbed together, his arms tightened as if he wanted more of that crap."..Zachy..," said Iswaran, once the long kiss had ended. Zach's eyelids fluttered oped and he smiled. His eyes were dark with passion, and his tightly reddened cheeks were so alluring that Iswaran's breath caught in his throat.Iswaran swallowed a gulp and started on Zach's clothes. Zach's skin, exposed bit by bit.Iswaran left little bite marks on the skin bathed in gentle light. They left a trail from neck to collarbone, and when he reached Zach's chest, the body writhed. When Iswaran began rubbing Zach's hip, he was sweaty, from body heat or arousal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"..Ah..ah..no..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"What is it?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"....here...."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"What? I can't hear you."Even though he couldn't hear he knew what Zach meant. But even so, he asked."...Touch me, here.."Zach took Iswaran's hand and guided it down to the bulge in his apnts."You're being pretty aggressive."As he spoke Iswaran gently rubbed the spot with the palm of his hand."Ah.."His legs stiffened as they were touched, and the bulge got even harder. Iswaran grabbed the waistband of Zach's jeans, and pulled them down, along with his underware.The organ was already wet. Pulling away the clothes scattered around Zach's body, Iswaran spoke in a gentle voice."Open your legs more you can do that, right?"."......Mm".Iswaran too took his own shirt, tossed it aside, and slip his body between Zach's legs.Iswaran searched for the tightly closed opening with his fingers, and rubbed it gently, until it began to twitch."..Ah!". As soon as Iswaran fingers popped in, Zach's hips undulated. He didn't seem to be in pain, so Iswaran breathed a sigh of relief. As Iswaran slowly pushed in finger farther, zach's limbs began to tense. He pushed in as far as he could go, but when he began to pull it out, Zach gave a sweet moan."Ahh....ah!"Iswaran moved his finger around to widen the assholes diameter. The opening squeezed tight, twicthed, and then softly gave way. When he rubbed his finger near the opening, the legs around his waist squeezed tighter."No..Ah..feel like ...I'm melting..."."That's what I'm trying to do,"Iswaran replied with a smile. When he played with Zach's di[k at the same time, Zach's vioce got more passionate. He was only gently rubbing Zach's weeping erection, but his face was contorted as though he might cry. It seemed as thought he was about to come to a climax, so Iswaran squeezed it tightly in his fist, cooling hot waves of passion. Zach clucthed the sheets so hard his knuckles turned white.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"No.....can't.. stand..it "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"What should you say at a time like this?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"..in.."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Hm?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I want you inside me, now. Drive me wild"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Iswaran unzipped his pants and pulledput his throbbing manhood, pushing it against Zach's asshole. Then he began pushing it in, little by little.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"No...ah,ahh,ah,.!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"It doesn't hurt, right?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zach gulped for air, and then panted heavily. Without waiting for his breath to become regular, Iswaran fucked him harder in. As he penetrated deeply into Zach's body, the boy gave a shudder. The place they fucked burned with heat. Zack had swallowed him to the hilt, and his insides were on fire, Iswaran felt as though he were melting. He pulled his erection out almost all the way, and pushed it back in. As he continued, th room was filled with rough breathing and sweet moans. The wet noise coming from between thwm only filled Iswaran with more desire. Moving by instinct, Iswaran drove into that precious body.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Right there...yes...!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"You like it there?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Ahh..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even as Iswaran thrust against the spot, and Zach threw his head back. His insides clenched around Iswaran even tighter. While thrusting with his lips, he ran his tongue along the chest that was thrust out. With no outlet for his passion, tears leaked out of Zach's eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"You're....killing me.."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Do you want me to stop?"Iswaran teased. In answer. Zach weakly shook his head from side to side.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"NO..Do it more..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Iswaran kissed the sweetly moaning lips. Responding to the kiss so deep it nearly stole his breath, Zach tightened his arms around Iswaran's neck."Zachy..."whispered Iswaran, between kisses that set Zach's loins aflame, as Iswaran melted into him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THE NEXT MORNING.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They both of them were embarresed as they were cuddling each other throughout the night. Iswaran  awarded himself the HIPPOCRACY AWARD and Zach was blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231639165209279655-7150516108098902421?l=rudedevilz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudedevilz.blogspot.com/feeds/7150516108098902421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231639165209279655&amp;postID=7150516108098902421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231639165209279655/posts/default/7150516108098902421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231639165209279655/posts/default/7150516108098902421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudedevilz.blogspot.com/2009/03/chronicles-of-iswaranthe-resolution.html' title='THE CHRONICLES OF ISWARAN:THE RESOLUTION'/><author><name>Rude Devilz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778033553644809164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TRf1hHCoN38/SdYAJakLm8I/AAAAAAAAABY/RF3UAjKUxbc/S220/ab57f5540b24f21c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231639165209279655.post-2619304688984029113</id><published>2009-03-14T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T22:36:20.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FINAL FANTASY VERSUS XIII</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TRf1hHCoN38/SbyTj0ELUbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/pF_mrFXFXVk/s1600-h/524px-Noctis-render.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313283903871209906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TRf1hHCoN38/SbyTj0ELUbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/pF_mrFXFXVk/s320/524px-Noctis-render.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;IT'S JUZ OUT OF THE WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="image" title="Noctis Lucis Caelum" href="http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Image:Noctis-render.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noctis Lucis Caelum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="image" title="Noctis Lucis Caelum" href="http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Image:Noctis-render.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kana&lt;br /&gt;ノクティス・ルシス・チェラム 「ノクト」&lt;br /&gt;Romaji&lt;br /&gt;Nokutisu Rushisu Cheramu (Nokuto)&lt;br /&gt;Weapon&lt;br /&gt;Various swords&lt;br /&gt;Birthplace&lt;br /&gt;Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="List of Final Fantasy Versus XIII Characters (not yet written)" href="http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/index.php?title=List_of_Final_Fantasy_Versus_XIII_Characters&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1" rel="nofollow"&gt;Final Fantasy Versus XIII character&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noctis Lucis Caelum will be a playable character and the protagonist of &lt;a title="Final Fantasy Versus XIII" href="http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Final_Fantasy_Versus_XIII"&gt;Final Fantasy Versus XIII&lt;/a&gt;. He is a prince, the last heir to a dynasty ruling over the last kingdom to control Crystals, and from his throne, defends his kingdom from marauders and barbarians who seek to conquer the city and claim the Crystals by force. He has a number of companions, including his driver and a fugitive, and his family is known to operate in a similar manner to the modern-day mafia. Though he doesn't wish to fight her, circumstances force him to do battle with &lt;a title="Stella Nox Fleuret" href="http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Stella_Nox_Fleuret"&gt;Stella&lt;/a&gt;, and he is also opposed by a mysterious man robed entirely in white.&lt;br /&gt;Noctis displays unearthly skills in battle, wielding a variety of weapons including swords, spears, axes, and firearms, among others, though his primary weapon appears to be a falchion fashioned with an engine at the hilt. He can conjure the weapons into the air and wield them by hand or by telekinesis, through the power of the Crystals, allowing him to form a wall of weapons which can act as a shield. He has also displayed the ability to teleport, seemingly to the locations of his weapons, allowing him to throw one of his weapons a great distance and reappear where it lands seconds later, the weapon in hand. In battle, his hair and eye colors change depending on which weapons and abilities he uses, though the reason for this has not been revealed.&lt;br /&gt;Noctis is said to be a very shy person but tries to hide it by "acting cool," as seen in the TGS footage where he and Stella had a short conversation. The footage was shown to give the people an idea of the two characters' personalities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231639165209279655-2619304688984029113?l=rudedevilz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudedevilz.blogspot.com/feeds/2619304688984029113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231639165209279655&amp;postID=2619304688984029113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231639165209279655/posts/default/2619304688984029113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231639165209279655/posts/default/2619304688984029113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudedevilz.blogspot.com/2009/03/final-fantasy-versus-xiii.html' title='FINAL FANTASY VERSUS XIII'/><author><name>Rude Devilz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778033553644809164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TRf1hHCoN38/SdYAJakLm8I/AAAAAAAAABY/RF3UAjKUxbc/S220/ab57f5540b24f21c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TRf1hHCoN38/SbyTj0ELUbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/pF_mrFXFXVk/s72-c/524px-Noctis-render.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231639165209279655.post-1889778623589948712</id><published>2009-03-14T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T12:20:05.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE CHRONICLES OF ISWARAN: THE CONFLICT</title><content type='html'>Hearing the clatering at the door and going to investigate, Zach found the owner of the apartment Iswaran, looking exhausted had returned. "Welcome home, Ishy!",he called out euphorically. He ran over to him an slidded onto him, pressing his lips gently onto Iswaran's lips. "Here he goes again!! I'll just give in this time, just like every other time", exhausted Iswaran thought to himself. Amazingly it stopped at the kiss. "What that's it?! No force?!", Iswaran exclaimed to himself with a cherry red blussing face."I'll make you something if you want tea or whatever?",Zach asked. From the corner of his eye, he saw Iswaran flop into a chair and loosen his tie in one hand. Zach's heart skipped a beat. He secretly thought that Iswaran's tiredness made him look somehow sexy, and he looked good no matter what he was doing."I'm tired, tea is fine"."How about a bath? Just you and me?HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!" Iswaran asked mockingly. He grabbed a towel and headed to get a shower *alone (door locked).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER BATH......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had dinner together, it was akward since the both if them did not speak. Zach finished quickly and went to bed, he did not do anything 'funny'. Iswaran was disturbed by that somehow, he walked into Zach's room and saw him sound asleep, he was so tempted to kiss and hold him tight, but that will be called hippocracy so he pulled himself back and walked out leaving shirtless Zach snoring away. The next night &lt;em&gt;He's home?! &lt;/em&gt;Zach jumped up off the sofa and Iswaran walked into the living room,"Welcome home. Dinner's ready",Zach was embarrassed to be atlking like a new bride."I ate already", Iswaran said in a frustrated voice handing over his jacket to Zach on his way to the bath."Hey wait a minute!What's with that?!", Zach was certain that he'd told him. Before Iswaran had gone out, he'd said,"I'll make dinner tonight". But withput letting Zach know, he had eaten out. Dissapointment and resentment turned into anger."I can't take it anymore!" Zach got out the bottle of wine he had bought for Christmas, which he's been saving, and poured it into a large glass. Then he downed the whole glass at once. He'd only recently started drinking, He wasn't alightweight, but he certainly wasn't a heavy drnker, either. After pouring a few glasses, he became rather excited and his reservations flew out the window."...THE HELL DOES HE THINK I AM, ANYWAY?"His complaints began to slip out where he had been keeping them loocked away."He needs to stop acting like he's the boss..."His voice were unfocused and his voice was getting shrill." I have something to say". After a light knock came Zach's voice so quietly Iswaran could barely hear it. Iswaran answered without turning around. He'd started his research after his bath, and didn't want to break his concentration just after settling in to work."WHAT IS IT?''Iswaran asked in a mean voice."I want to talk" This time his voice came through clearly."We'll have to talk later. Right now, I'm too bu--"."NO".Normally, Zach would have said,"Okay, carry on" but there was something strange about him today. But Iswaran's head was too focused an the pile of work, and he brushed Zach's protest aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You might not like it but I have a lot an my plate right now"&lt;br /&gt;"...."&lt;br /&gt;Zach fell into a sullen silence at Iswaran's brusque attitude. With his back turned, there was no way for Iswaran to notice Zach biting his quivering lip, and he continued trying to get Zach to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Understand? Now why don't you wait somewhere else like a good boy".&lt;br /&gt;"...All you ever say is later,later..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ater his attempe to placate Zach with smooth words, Iswaran wondered if he'd misheard. &lt;em&gt;Zach...?&lt;/em&gt;He couldn't imagine that Zach would talk back to him."You've never been the one waiting! HAVE YOU?!"&lt;br /&gt;"Zach what's wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking something was strange Iswaran turned around to take a peep at his 'honey'. Zach was standing there, his fist clenched.&lt;br /&gt;"You always say that! ' I have work,'I'm busy,'all the time! Works the only thing that's important to you!"&lt;br /&gt;"Who do you think I'm...No never mind."Iswaran interrupted himself, making Zach even more pist and annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;"And you're always hiding stuff,too! Do you even care about me at all?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught off-guard bf Zach's sudden anger, Iswaran became annoyed himself, and threw back angry words of his own. He knew it was childish, but couldn't help himself. "Don't talk like a spoiled child. Adults have a lot of things they have to deal with."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, what about me, always making arrangments to suit your schedule? What am I, a pet you only pay attention to when you fel like it?"Zach's words continued to heat up. Not knowing where to stop, his bitterness turned toward himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you talking about? If it's how you feel, you should do whatever you you like. There's no need for you to adjust your schedule to fit mine,"said Iswaran, coldly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These words seemed to pierce Zach's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Do you really mean that...?"Zach lifted his head up and opened his eyes wide. His surprise was clearly written on his face.&lt;br /&gt;"What if I do?You're the one pushing promises on me without thingking of my plans."&lt;br /&gt;"...!!"&lt;br /&gt;"I want to finish this quickly. Will you please be--mm?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Iswaran sighed and started to turn back to his desk, Zach briskly walked forward, grabbed Iswaran's face and forced it upward. As Iswaran froze in surprise, Zach roughly pressed his lips against Iswaran's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was not a drop of technique in the action; Zach akwardly slid his tougue into Iswaran's mouth and their breaths mingled. After Zach's clumsy invasion of Iswaran's mouth, he lifted his head and spat,"You said I could do whatever i like, right?". Suddenly coming to his senses, Iswaran realized what was different about Zach. "That smell....are you drunk?!" He could smell the alcohol on Zach's breath. So his hysterical words and action were due to to hi drunken state."That's none of your concern!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, what are you--"&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, he didn't plan to stop with one stolen kiss. Zach's hands moved to Iswaran's collar.&lt;br /&gt;"Zach, stop that."&lt;br /&gt;With one knee resting on the chair, Zach unfastened Iwaran's shirt and slid his palm along Iswaran's bare skin. His face was alarmingly serious. But when Zach bit his ear, Iswaran couldn't stand it anymore. "I told you to stop that!"He grabbed Zach's hands and managed to stop the assult. He had only thought that he needed to bring the drunken boy to his senses, but was suprised by Zach's plaintive voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...You don't even want me to touch you?"&lt;br /&gt;"Wha..?What are you taking about? Wait, first would you move?" He tried gently pushing Zach off the chair, but the boy wouldn't budge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;to be continued ....i'm sleepy;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231639165209279655-1889778623589948712?l=rudedevilz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudedevilz.blogspot.com/feeds/1889778623589948712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231639165209279655&amp;postID=1889778623589948712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231639165209279655/posts/default/1889778623589948712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231639165209279655/posts/default/1889778623589948712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudedevilz.blogspot.com/2009/03/chronicles-of-iswaran-conflict.html' title='THE CHRONICLES OF ISWARAN: THE CONFLICT'/><author><name>Rude Devilz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778033553644809164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TRf1hHCoN38/SdYAJakLm8I/AAAAAAAAABY/RF3UAjKUxbc/S220/ab57f5540b24f21c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231639165209279655.post-708359627773452809</id><published>2009-03-10T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T04:10:14.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE CHRONICLES OF ISWARAN</title><content type='html'>THE CHRONICLES OF ISWARAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;WARNING THIS PIECE OF SHIT UR GONNA READ CONTAINS GAY ELEMENTS!!! CARRY ON AND HAVE FUN!!! THE CHARACTERS ARE PURELY COINCIDENCE AND IS NOT RELATED TO LIFE OR THE DEAD!!! EXCEPT FOR THE MAIN CHARACTERS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a blazing hot afternoon; Zach and Iswaran were walking home from co-curriculum activities from school. After that event on that cold stormy night, where the two confessed to each other, they are now well officially couples. They stopped by at an ice cream parlor to grab some ice cream. Zach told Iswaran to go on without him as he wanted to stop by 7-11 to grab some condoms as they might come in handy soon. They stopped a taxi and got to their apartment. AT THE APARTMENT… something terrible, beyond human’s wildest imagination is about to occur – probably make history in the Guinness Book of Records.&lt;br /&gt;Zach saw an ice cream stain on Iswaran’s designer shirt. He said in a loud voice “Oh my god! There are some shit, uh I mean, cream on your shirt Ishy, Honey; you better wash it off before it becomes a stain!” Iswaran replied in a seducing voice “Then why don’t you lick it off my shirt. I T’S NOT LIKE YOU DON’T DARE AFTER YOU DID THE OTHER DAY.” It provoked Zach. He stepped forward and pushed Iswaran down the mahogany wood floor violently yet cradling him in his arms before he fell. This time he gently unbuttoned his shirt, he was actually nervous this time! He kissed Iswaran passionately. Iswaran’s arms lingered around Zach’s neck. The tip of Zach’s tongue trailed on Iswaran’s cheek bone, then to his broad shoulders, he went on till his lips caught Iswaran’s nipple. He caught it with his lips and played with it using his tongue. “No, not there, please!” Iswaran screamed. “Doesn’t it feel good? Why do you resist me? YOU CLAIM THAT YOU DON’T LIKE IT BUT YOU DON’T FIGHT BACK EITHER! Don’t deny me or your feelings!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Zach shouted in a high pitched voice. “But this just isn’t right, Zach!” he replied. “You’re no fun, Ishy, god damn you!” Zach got off him and walked away, leaving Ishy nude lying there motionless - comprehending the events that had just occurred. “That was definitely…..definitely…..my Zach!” he shouted from the depths of his heart. But he was in denial. He didn’t want to show his satisfaction. He wanted more.“Since we’re all wet now why don’t we take a warm bath...Together?” Ishy suggested. “WHY SO YOU CAN DENY MY FEELING TOWARDS YOU? HURT ME MORE!!!! HUH?! DO IT YOURSELF, BITCH!” he walked off pissed. “Why now? Why does he reject me now? When I want him to be my side with me and in me?” he thought to himself in dismay. Zach felt bad he didn’t mean to leash out his anger at his dear lover. He went to the bathroom door and knocked several times but Ishy ignored acting like an immature child; Zach got worried and barged inside, “ISHY!!!!” REALIZATION…..”What happened? I got worried! Stop acting like a boy, we’re both adults here! And you’re actually two years older than me! Jesus! I KNOW I YELLED AT YOU BUT I LOVE…BOTH BODY AND SOUL…IF IT MEANS SO MUCH TO YOU FINE I’LL BATHE WITH YOU! Just don’t leave me…I need you...I live for you and only you.” Zach exclaimed. Zach jumped in the tub with him. 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