<?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-11705998</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:32:37.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>xxtoooboooxx</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>xxtoooboooxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937380279343574910</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>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11705998.post-115872739806186688</id><published>2006-09-20T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T21:43:18.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell Steve...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6103/960/1600/steve01.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6103/960/320/steve01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;BEERWAH, Australia - "Crocodile Hunter" Steve Irwin was remembered Wednesday for his "great zest for life" at a public memorial service for the beloved conservationist and entertainer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We have lost a friend, a champion," actor Russell Crowe said in a recorded tribute. "It will take some time to adjust to that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prime Minister John Howard, among the 5,000 in attendance at the Australia Zoo for the ceremony, remembered Irwin for his love of Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Steve Irwin touched the hearts of Australians and touched the hearts of millions around the world in a very special way," said Howard. "He did that because he had that quality of being genuine, of being authentic, of being unconditional and having a great zest for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Throughout his all-too-short life he demonstrated a love for the two things that ought to matter more to all of us than anything else — his love of his family and his love of his country."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one empty seat at Irwin's personal stadium — the one set aside for the late and hugely popular "Crocodile Hunter" himself. On the stage sat Irwin's widow, American-born Terri, and their two children, Bindi 8, and Bob, 2 — all dressed in Irwin's favored khaki outfit. It was their first public appearance since Irwin's death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A exuberant television entertainer and conservationist, Irwin, 44, died Sept. 4 when the barb from a stingray pierced his chest while he was filming for a TV show on the Great Barrier Reef. His family held a private funeral service for him on Sept. 9 at Australia Zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flags on the Sydney Harbor Bridge flew Wednesday at half-staff, and giant television screens were set up in Irwin's home state of Queensland for people to watch the service. Three of Australia's main television networks carried the hour-long ceremony, which was to be made available to U.S. and international networks and which family officials said could be watched by as many as 300 million people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crowds began lining up Tuesday night for the start of the memorial service. Later, under sunny skies just before the start of the ceremony, dozens of television satellite transmission trucks parked outside the zoo, a flora and fauna park that has been owned by the Irwin family since 1970.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His death set off an unprecedented outpouring of grief. Tens of thousands traveled to the zoo near Brisbane to drop off flowers and other mementoes, many of them signing Irwin-styled khaki shirts instead of a condolence book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Irwin's death, his conservation charity Wildlife Warriors has seen a surge in donations and its Web site has received millions of hits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Williamson, one of Irwin's favorite Australian country singers, sang his trademarked "True Blue" song that Irwin loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, as part of the public memorial entitled "He Changed our World," actress Cameron Diaz said in a video presentation that Irwin was incredibly popular in the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"America just flipped for him," said Diaz. "Every kid was in love with the idea of being him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, actor Kevin Costner said Irwin put himself "out there" for everyone to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He was fearless," said Costner in the video tribute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He let us see who he was. That is being brave in today's society." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11705998-115872739806186688?l=xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/feeds/115872739806186688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11705998&amp;postID=115872739806186688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/115872739806186688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/115872739806186688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/2006/09/farewell-steve.html' title='Farewell Steve...'/><author><name>xxtoooboooxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937380279343574910</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-11705998.post-115822706791903628</id><published>2006-09-14T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T06:51:10.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If Everyone Cared...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"If Everyone Cared"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NICKELBACK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From underneath the trees, we watch the sky&lt;br /&gt;Confusing stars for satellites&lt;br /&gt;I never dreamed that you`d be mine&lt;br /&gt;But here we are, we`re here tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing Amen, I`m alive&lt;br /&gt;Singing Amen, I`m alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everyone cared and nobody cried&lt;br /&gt;If everyone loved and nobody lied&lt;br /&gt;If everyone shared and swallowed their pride&lt;br /&gt;We’d see the day when nobody died&lt;br /&gt;And I’m singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen I, Amen I, I`m alive&lt;br /&gt;Amen I, Amen I, Amen I, I`m alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the air the fireflies&lt;br /&gt;Our only light in paradise&lt;br /&gt;We’ll show the world they were wrong&lt;br /&gt;And teach them all to sing along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing Amen I, I`m alive&lt;br /&gt;Singing Amen I, I`m alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everyone cared and nobody cried&lt;br /&gt;If everyone loved and nobody lied&lt;br /&gt;If everyone shared and swallowed their pride&lt;br /&gt;We’d see the day when nobody died&lt;br /&gt;If everyone cared and nobody cried&lt;br /&gt;If everyone loved and nobody lied&lt;br /&gt;If everyone shared and swallowed their pride&lt;br /&gt;We’d see the day when nobody died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as we lie beneath the stars&lt;br /&gt;We realize how small we are&lt;br /&gt;If they could love like you and me&lt;br /&gt;Imagine what the world could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everyone cared and nobody cried&lt;br /&gt;If everyone loved and nobody lied&lt;br /&gt;If everyone shared and swallowed their pride&lt;br /&gt;We’d see the day when nobody died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’d see the day, we`d see the day&lt;br /&gt;When nobody died&lt;br /&gt;We’d see the day, we`d see the day&lt;br /&gt;When nobody died&lt;br /&gt;We’d see the day when nobody died...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11705998-115822706791903628?l=xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11705998.post-115820640040594677</id><published>2006-09-14T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T21:04:54.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Someday"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NICKELBACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the hell'd we wind up like this&lt;br /&gt;And why weren't we able&lt;br /&gt;To see the signs that we missed&lt;br /&gt;And try to turn the tables&lt;br /&gt;I wish you'd unclench your fists&lt;br /&gt;And unpack your suitcase&lt;br /&gt;Lately there's been too much of this&lt;br /&gt;But don't think it's too late&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's wrong Just as long as you know that someday I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, somehow&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make it alright But not right now&lt;br /&gt;I know you're wondering when&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one who knows that&lt;br /&gt;Someday somehow&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make it alright But not right now&lt;br /&gt;I know you're wondering when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'd hope that since we're here anyway&lt;br /&gt;That we could end up saying&lt;br /&gt;Things we've always needed to say&lt;br /&gt;So we could end up staying&lt;br /&gt;Now the story's played out like this&lt;br /&gt;Just like a paperback novel&lt;br /&gt;Let's rewrite an ending that fits&lt;br /&gt;Instead of a Hollywood horror&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's wrong Just as long as you know that someday I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, somehow&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make it alright But not right now&lt;br /&gt;I know you're wondering when&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one who knows that&lt;br /&gt;Someday somehow&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make it alright But not right now&lt;br /&gt;I know you're wondering when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You're the only one who knows that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the hell'd we wind up like this&lt;br /&gt;And why weren't we able&lt;br /&gt;To see the signs that we missed&lt;br /&gt;And try to turn the tables&lt;br /&gt;Now the story's played out like this&lt;br /&gt;Just like a paperback novel&lt;br /&gt;Let's rewrite an ending that fits&lt;br /&gt;Instead of a Hollywood horror&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's wrong Just as long as you know that someday I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, somehow&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make it alright But not right now&lt;br /&gt;I know you're wondering when&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one who knows that&lt;br /&gt;Someday somehow&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make it alright But not right now&lt;br /&gt;I know you're wondering when&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one who knows that&lt;br /&gt;I know you're wondering when&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one who knows that&lt;br /&gt;I know you're wondering when...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11705998-115820640040594677?l=xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/feeds/115820640040594677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11705998&amp;postID=115820640040594677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/115820640040594677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/115820640040594677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/2006/09/someday.html' title='Someday...'/><author><name>xxtoooboooxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937380279343574910</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-11705998.post-115736846095563894</id><published>2006-09-05T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T06:22:25.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Loss for Mother Nature...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6103/960/1600/steve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6103/960/320/steve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;CAIRNS, Australia - Steve Irwin, the hugely popular Australian television personality and conservationist known as the "Crocodile Hunter," was killed Monday by a stingray while filming off the Great Barrier Reef. He was 44.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irwin was at Batt Reef, off the remote coast of northeastern Queensland state, shooting a segment for a series called "Ocean's Deadliest" when he swam too close to one of the animals, which have a poisonous bard on their tails, his friend and colleague John Stainton said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He came on top of the stingray and the stingray's barb went up and into his chest and put a hole into his heart," said Stainton, who was on board Irwin's boat at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crew members aboard the boat, Croc One, called emergency services in the nearest city, Cairns, and administered CPR as they rushed the boat to nearby Low Isle to meet a rescue helicopter. Medical staff pronounced Irwin dead when they arrived a short time later, Stainton said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irwin was famous for his enthusiasm for wildlife and his catchword "Crikey!" in his television program "Crocodile Hunter." First broadcast in Australia in 1992, the program was picked up by the Discovery network, catapulting Irwin to international celebrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He rode his image into a feature film, 2002's "The Crocodile Hunters: Collision Course" and developed the wildlife park that his parents opened, Australia Zoo, into a major tourist attraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The world has lost a great wildlife icon, a passionate conservationist and one of the proudest dads on the planet," Stainton told reporters in Cairns. "He died doing what he loved best and left this world in a happy and peaceful state of mind. He would have said, 'Crocs Rule!'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prime Minister John Howard, who hand-picked Irwin to attend a gala barbecue to honor President Bush when he visited in 2003, said he was "shocked and distressed at Steve Irwin's sudden, untimely and freakish death."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's a huge loss to Australia," Howard told reporters. "He was a wonderful character. He was a passionate environmentalist. He brought joy and entertainment and excitement to millions of people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irwin, who made a trademark of hovering dangerously close to untethered crocodiles and leaping on their backs, spoke in rapid-fire bursts with a thick Australian accent and was almost never seen without his uniform of khaki shorts and shirt and heavy boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His ebullience was infectious and Australian officials sought him out for photo opportunities and to promote Australia internationally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irwin's public image was dented, however, in 2004 when he caused an uproar by holding his infant son in one arm while feeding large crocodiles inside a zoo pen. Irwin claimed at the time there was no danger to the child, and authorities declined to charge Irwin with violating safety regulations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that year, he was accused of getting too close to penguins, a seal and humpback whales in Antarctica while making a documentary. Irwin denied any wrongdoing, and an Australian Environment Department investigation recommended no action be taken against him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stingrays have a serrated, toxin-loaded barb, or spine, on the top of their tail. The barb, which can be up to 10 inches long, flexes if a ray is frightened. Stings usually occur to people when they step on or swim too close to a ray and can be excruciatingly painful but are rarely fatal, said University of Queensland marine neuroscientist Shaun Collin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collin said he suspected Irwin died because the barb pierced under his ribcage and directly into his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was extraordinarily bad luck. It's not easy to get spined by a stingray and to be killed by one is very rare," Collin said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News of Irwin's death spread quickly, and tributes flowed from all quarters of society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Australia Zoo at Beerwah, south Queensland, floral tributes were dropped at the entrance, where a huge fake crocodile gapes. Drivers honked their horns as they passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Steve, from all God's creatures, thank you. Rest in peace," was written on a card with a bouquet of native flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're all very shocked. I don't know what the zoo will do without him. He's done so much for us, the environment and it's a big loss," said Paula Kelly, a local resident and volunteer at the zoo, after dropping off a wreath at the gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stainton said Irwin's American-born wife Terri, from Eugene, Ore., had been informed of his death, and had told their daughter Bindi Sue, 8, and son Bob, who will turn 3 in December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couple met when she went on vacation in Australia in 1991 and visited Irwin's Australia Zoo; they were married six months later. Sometimes referred to as the "Crocodile Huntress," she costarred on her husband's television show and in his 2002 movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, a big fan of his, it`s really a big loss. Not only for Mother Nature, but also for the whole humanity. A person like him, risking his life only to show us how animals, tame or deadly, is vital to nature`s survival, is rare. Whenever I`m home, even in the late hours, I prefer to watch his shows rather some fancy movies or series. I`ve learned a lot from him... From tiny fishes, to giant crocks. I`ve also learned to value every living thing and even non living things like rocks and logs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To the family of the late Steve Irvin, in behalf of us, his great Filipino fans, please receive our deepest condolences. May God bless him the way he respected and cared for nature... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11705998-115736846095563894?l=xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/feeds/115736846095563894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11705998&amp;postID=115736846095563894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/115736846095563894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/115736846095563894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/2006/09/big-loss-for-mother-nature.html' title='Big Loss for Mother Nature...'/><author><name>xxtoooboooxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937380279343574910</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-11705998.post-115735259044651852</id><published>2006-09-03T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T23:49:50.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Far Away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Far Away"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;NICKELBACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, This place&lt;br /&gt;Misused, Mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Too long, Too late&lt;br /&gt;Who was I to make you wait&lt;br /&gt;Just one chance&lt;br /&gt;Just one breath&lt;br /&gt;Just in case there's just one left&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know,&lt;br /&gt;you know, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I love you&lt;br /&gt;I have loved you all along&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;I keep dreaming you'll be with me&lt;br /&gt;and you'll never go&lt;br /&gt;Stop breathing if&lt;br /&gt;I don't see you anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my knees, I'll ask&lt;br /&gt;Last chance for one last dance&lt;br /&gt;'Cause with you, I'd withstand&lt;br /&gt;All of hell to hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;I'd give it all&lt;br /&gt;I'd give for us&lt;br /&gt;Give anything but I won't give up&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know,&lt;br /&gt;you know, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far away&lt;br /&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;So far away&lt;br /&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;But you know, you know, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to stay&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I needed&lt;br /&gt;I need to hear you say&lt;br /&gt;That I love you&lt;br /&gt;I have loved you all along&lt;br /&gt;And I forgive you&lt;br /&gt;For being away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;So keep breathing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore&lt;br /&gt;Believe it&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to me and, never let me go&lt;br /&gt;Keep breathing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore&lt;br /&gt;Believe it&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to me and, never let me go&lt;br /&gt;Keep breathing&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to me and, never let me go&lt;br /&gt;Keep breathing&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to me and, never let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11705998-115735259044651852?l=xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11705998.post-114936541788639981</id><published>2006-06-03T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T13:10:17.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;While I was browsing through piles of webpages, I came across this article... Kinda made sense... Personally, I think it's cheesy but the message of this article is the truth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;FALLING...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you think of your past love, you may view it as a failure. But when you find a new love, you view the past as a teacher. In the game of love, it doesn't really matter who won or who lost. What is important is you know when to hold on and when to let go! You know you really love someone when you want him or her to be happy, even if their happiness means that you're not part of it. Everything happens for the best. If the person you love doesn't love you back, don't be afraid to love someone else again, for you'll never know unless you give it a try. You'll never love a person you love unless you risk for love. Love strives in hurting. If you don't get hurt, you don't learn how to love. Love doesn't hurt all the time. However, the hurting will always be there to test you, to help you grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't look for love, let love find you. That's why it's called falling in love. It’s because you don't force yourself to fall. You just fall. You cannot finish a book without closing its chapters. If you want to go on, then you have to leave the past as you turn the pages. Love is not destroyed by a single failure or won by a single caress. It is a lifetime venture in which we are always learning, discovering and growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest irony of love is letting go when you need to hold on and holding on when you need to let go. We lose someone we love only when we are destined to find someone else who can love us even more than we can love ourselves. On falling out of love, take some time to heal and then get back on the horse. But don't ever make the same mistake of riding the same one that threw you the first time. To love is to risk rejection, to live is to risk dying, to hope is to risk failure. But risk must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing! To reach for another is to risk involvement, to expose your feelings is to expose true self; to love is to risk not to be loved in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to define love: fall but do not stumble, be constant but not too persistent, share and never be unfair, understand and try not to demand, hurt but never keep the pain. Love is like a knife. It can stab the heart or it can carve wonderful images into the soul that always last for a lifetime. Love is supposed to be the most wonderful feeling. It should inspire you and give you joy and strength. But sometimes the things that give you joy can also hurt you in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving people means giving them the freedom who they choose to be and where they choose to be. For all the heartaches and the tears, for gloomy days and fruitless years, you should give thanks, for you know, that there were the things that helped you grow. Loving someone means giving him the freedom to find his way. Whether it leads towards you or away from you, love is a painful risk to take but the risk must be taken no matter how scary or painful, for only then you'll experience the fullness of humanity and that is love. Only love can hurt your heart, fill you with desire and tear you apart. Only love can make you cry and only love knows why. If you're not ready to cry, if you're not ready to take the risk, if you're not ready to feel the pain, then you're not ready to fall in love. There was a time in our lives when we became afraid to fall in love 'coz every time we do, we get hurt, then I figured that's why it's called falling in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article by: Murielle de Jesus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11705998-114936541788639981?l=xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/feeds/114936541788639981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11705998&amp;postID=114936541788639981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/114936541788639981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/114936541788639981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/2006/06/falling.html' title='Falling...'/><author><name>xxtoooboooxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937380279343574910</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-11705998.post-113837611870737344</id><published>2006-01-27T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T07:41:52.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough Interview...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How to Answer the Tough Interview Questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people know how to write a resume and talk their way into an interview. But when they get into the make or break dialogue, they stumble upon tough questions. Below, is some advice on approaching the tough questions that interviewers like to throw at job applicants:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why did you leave your last job?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Real answer:&lt;/span&gt; It sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What you should say:&lt;/span&gt; I felt my talents and abilities were underutilized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What are your biggest weaknesses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Real answer:&lt;/span&gt; I can't concentrate for more than five minutes, hate all forms of authority and tend to fall asleep at my desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What you should say:&lt;/span&gt; I'm a workaholic. I just don't know when to put down my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You don't seem to hold on to a job long. Why should we think you'll stay here any longer than you've stayed elsewhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Real answer:&lt;/span&gt; My employers have always had a hang-up about keeping only competent employees..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What you should say:&lt;/span&gt; I'm at a point in my career where I am tired of moving around. I really want to feel part of a team, a long-term enterprise, where I can make a contribution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How do you handle change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Real answer:&lt;/span&gt; I deal with it everyday, unless I'm out of clean underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What you should say:&lt;/span&gt; I think everyone knows that today the only constant is change. I thrive on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How do you get along with others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Real answer:&lt;/span&gt; Fine, as long as they stay out of my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What you should say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; I think the interpersonal dynamics of the workplace can be among the most satisfying aspects of any job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What does the word success mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Real answer:&lt;/span&gt; It means that I don't have to drag my sorry ass out of bed to kiss yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What you should say:&lt;/span&gt; Success, for me, would be knowing I am making a difference working with a team of people to make a more profitable enterprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What does the word failure mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Real answer:&lt;/span&gt; It means I continue to collect unemployment insurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What you should say:&lt;/span&gt; Failure? I'm sorry, I don't know what you mean. That word is not in my vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do you get along with your current boss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Real answer:&lt;/span&gt; I get along fine, considering what kind of a malicious person he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What you should say:&lt;/span&gt; I don't think I'd call him a boss; he's been more of a mentor to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do you ever get angry with co-workers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Real answer:&lt;/span&gt; I don't get angry, I get even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What you should say:&lt;/span&gt; Nothing angers me more than to see a co-worker not pulling his weight, goofing off or stealing. Yes, sometimes I do get angry with co-workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can I contact your references?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Real answer:&lt;/span&gt; Sure, but they won't know who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What you should say:&lt;/span&gt; Some of them are out of the country right now. Maybe I can arrange to have them contact you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11705998-113837611870737344?l=xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/feeds/113837611870737344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11705998&amp;postID=113837611870737344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/113837611870737344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/113837611870737344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/2006/01/tough-interview.html' title='Tough Interview...'/><author><name>xxtoooboooxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937380279343574910</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-11705998.post-113463150031984965</id><published>2005-12-14T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T23:25:00.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Masamang Balita...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MASAMANG BALITA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;KUMIRIRING ang telepono nang madaling araw....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello, Master Carlos? Si Arnaldo po ito, 'yung katiwala niyo sa bahay-bakasyunan niyo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O, Mr. Arnaldo, ikaw pala. Ano't napatawag ka? May problema ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um, napatawag lang po ako para abisuhan kayo na namatay ang alaga niyong parrot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'Yung parrot kong si Pikoy, patay? 'Yung nanalo sa bird show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Opo, Master Carlos, 'yun na nga po."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Putris ... sayang! Ang laki pa naman ng nagastos ko sa ibong 'yon. Hay, buhay! Teka, ano nga ba ang ikinamatay niya?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"E, kumain po kasi ng bulok na karne...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bulok na karne? At sino namang salbaheng tao ang nagpakain sa kanya ng bulok na karne?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"W-Wala po. Nanginain po siya ng karne ng isang patay na kabayo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Patay na kabayo? Anong patay na kabayo, Mr Arnaldo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"E, 'yun pung mga thoroughbred horses niyo, Sir. Namatay po kasi lahat sila sa pagod, kahihila ng kariton ng tubig."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nasisiraan ka na ba ng bait? Anong kariton ng tubbbiiiiggggg?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'Yun pong pinampatay namin ng sunog."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Diyos ko po! Anong sunog naman 'yang pinagsasasabi mo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'Yun pong halos tumupok sa bahay niyo.... Tumumba po 'yung isang nakasinding kandila, tapos nagliyab 'yung kurtina at mabilis na kumalat ang apoy...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ano? Puuut.... E, may kuryente naman diyan sa bahay-bakasyunan, a. Para saan 'yung kandila?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Para sa burol po."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ano? Kaninong burol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sa nanay n'yo po, Sir. Bigla kasi siya dumating dito nu'ng isang gabi, walang kaabi-abiso. Lampas hatinggabi na. Akala ko po magnanakaw. Binaril ko." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11705998-113463150031984965?l=xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/feeds/113463150031984965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11705998&amp;postID=113463150031984965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/113463150031984965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/113463150031984965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/2005/12/masamang-balita.html' title='Masamang Balita...'/><author><name>xxtoooboooxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937380279343574910</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-11705998.post-113280796127310410</id><published>2005-11-24T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T20:58:28.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It Cheaper To Keep Her...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Is It Cheaper To Keep Her?..&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dear Husband:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing you this letter to tell you that I'm leaving you for good. I've been a good woman to you for seven years and I have nothing to show for it. These last two weeks have been hell. Your boss called to tell me that you had quit your job today and that was the last straw. Last week, you came home and didn't notice that I had gotten my hair and nails done, cooked your favorite meal and even wore a brand new negligee. You came home and ate in two minutes, and went straight to sleep after watching the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't tell me you love me anymore, you don't touch me or anything. Either you're cheating or you don't love me anymore, what ever the case is, I'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you're trying to find me, don't. Your BROTHER and I are moving away to West Virginia together! Have a great life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your EX-Wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ex-Wife &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nothing has made my day more than receiving your letter. It's true that you and I have been married for seven years, although a good woman is a far cry from what you've been. I watch sports so much to try to drown out your constant nagging. Too bad that doesn't work. I did notice when you cut off all of your hair last week, the first thing that came to mind was "You look just like a man!" My mother raised me to not say anything if you can't say anything nice. When you cooked my favorite meal, you must have gotten me confused with MY BROTHER, because I stopped eating pork seven years ago. I went to sleep on you when you had on that new negligee because the price tag was still on it. I prayed that it was a coincidence that my brother had just borrowed fifty dollars from me that morning and your negligee was $49.99.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After all of this, I still loved you and felt that we could work it out. So when I discovered that I had hit the lotto for ten million dollars, I quit my job and bought us two tickets to Jamaica. But when I got home you were gone. Everything happens for a reason I guess. I hope you have the filling life you always wanted. My lawyer said with your letter that you wrote, you won't get a dime from me. So take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know if I ever told you this but Carl, my brother was born Carla. I hope that's not a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed Rich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11705998-113280796127310410?l=xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/feeds/113280796127310410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11705998&amp;postID=113280796127310410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/113280796127310410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/113280796127310410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/2005/11/is-it-cheaper-to-keep-her.html' title='Is It Cheaper To Keep Her...'/><author><name>xxtoooboooxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937380279343574910</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-11705998.post-113168154475428005</id><published>2005-11-11T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T19:59:04.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Friendship...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Para sa mga masusugid na taga-subaybay ng blog kong ito, ako po'y humihingi ng tawad at ngayon lang ako nagkaroon ng oras para mag-post. Medyo naging hectic ang schedule ng inyong lingkod, bukod pa sa mga heeenahyuphahk na naninira sakin at sa mga nakiki-alam ng buhay ng may buhay at business ng may business... Anyway, here's the post... Chow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you tired of all these "friendship" poems that always SOUND good, but never actually SPEAKS to REALITY. Here are a series of promises that really speaks to true friendship:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When you are sad - I will help you get drunk and plot revenge against the sorry bastard who made you sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When you are blue - I will try to dislodge whatever is choking you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When you smile - I know you finally got laid. "Now wipe that smile from your face and tell me all about it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When you are scared - I will rag on you about it every chance I get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When you are worried - I will tell you horrible stories about how much worse it could be and to quit whining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When you've just been fired at work - I will help you get drunk and plot revenge against the sorry bastard who fired you. (Sounds familiar to you?!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When you are confused - I will use words that are easy to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When you are sick - Stay the hell away from me until you are well again. I don't want whatever you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When you fall - I will point and laugh at your clumsy ass 'cause that's the same thing you did to me when I fell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When you are angry - I will make you mad all the more just to test how far you can go before you actually kill someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my oath...I pledge it till the end. "Why?" you may ask? because you are my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember:&lt;br /&gt;A good friend will help you move. A really good friend will help you move a body. Let me know if I ever need to bring a shovel(hahaha). However, a person who takes steps to bring you down is definitely not a friend. That person should be brought down. I have good friends, you know... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11705998-113168154475428005?l=xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/feeds/113168154475428005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11705998&amp;postID=113168154475428005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/113168154475428005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/113168154475428005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/2005/11/true-friendship.html' title='True Friendship...'/><author><name>xxtoooboooxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937380279343574910</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-11705998.post-112444507333672769</id><published>2005-08-19T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T02:54:20.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Especially For You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Especially For You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially for you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna let you know what I was going through&lt;br /&gt;All the time we were apart&lt;br /&gt;I thought of you&lt;br /&gt;You were in my heart&lt;br /&gt;My love never changed&lt;br /&gt;I still feel the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially for you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna tell you I was feeling that way too&lt;br /&gt;And if dreams were wings, you know&lt;br /&gt;I would have flown to you&lt;br /&gt;To be where you are&lt;br /&gt;No matter how far&lt;br /&gt;And now that I'm next to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more dreaming about tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Forget the loneliness and the sorrow&lt;br /&gt;I've got to say&lt;br /&gt;It's all because of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we're back together, together&lt;br /&gt;I wanna show you my heart is oh so true&lt;br /&gt;And all the love I have is&lt;br /&gt;Especially for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially for you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna tell you, you mean all the world to me&lt;br /&gt;How I'm certain that our love was meant to be&lt;br /&gt;You changed my life&lt;br /&gt;You showed me the way&lt;br /&gt;And now that I'm next to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've waited long enough to find you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna put all the hurt behind you&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna bring out all the love inside you,&lt;br /&gt;oh and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were in my heart&lt;br /&gt;My love never changed&lt;br /&gt;No more dreaming about tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Forget the loneliness and the sorrow&lt;br /&gt;I've got to say&lt;br /&gt;It's all because of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11705998-112444507333672769?l=xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/feeds/112444507333672769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11705998&amp;postID=112444507333672769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/112444507333672769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/112444507333672769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/2005/08/especially-for-you.html' title='Especially For You...'/><author><name>xxtoooboooxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937380279343574910</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-11705998.post-112406898117118902</id><published>2005-08-15T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T18:27:19.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy For You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CRAZY FOR YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SPONGECOLA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swaying room as the music starts&lt;br /&gt;Strangers making the most of the dark&lt;br /&gt;Two by two their bodies become one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you through the smokey air&lt;br /&gt;Can't you feel the weight of my stare&lt;br /&gt;You're so close but still a world away&lt;br /&gt;What I'm dying to say, is that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazy for you&lt;br /&gt;Touch me once and you'll know it's true&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted anyone like this&lt;br /&gt;It's all brand new, you'll feel it in my kiss&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazy for you, crazy for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying hard to control my heart&lt;br /&gt;I walk over to where you are&lt;br /&gt;Eye to eye we need no words at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly now we begin to move&lt;br /&gt;Every breath I'm deeper into you&lt;br /&gt;Soon we two are standing still in time&lt;br /&gt;If you read my mind, you'll see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazy for you&lt;br /&gt;Touch me once and you'll know it's true&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted anyone like this&lt;br /&gt;I'ts all brand new, you'll feel it in my kiss&lt;br /&gt;You'll feel it in my kiss because&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazy for you&lt;br /&gt;Touch me once and you'll know it's true&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted anyone like this&lt;br /&gt;I'ts all brand new, you'll feel it in my kiss&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazy for you, crazy for you&lt;br /&gt;Crazy for you, crazy for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all brand new, I'm crazy for you&lt;br /&gt;And you know it's true&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazy, crazy for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for you... Coz' I'm really crazy for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11705998-112406898117118902?l=xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/feeds/112406898117118902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11705998&amp;postID=112406898117118902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/112406898117118902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/112406898117118902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/2005/08/crazy-for-you.html' title='Crazy For You...'/><author><name>xxtoooboooxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937380279343574910</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-11705998.post-112380765707494434</id><published>2005-08-12T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T17:47:37.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahaha...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y124/xxtoooboooxx/lal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y124/xxtoooboooxx/lal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is one hell of a cool site! I stumbled into it via blog hoppin' (di ko na ma-alala kung kanino...). The site is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.play-analogia.com/cgi-bin/index/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.play-analogia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; cool talaga!!! Sobra!!! The site would look up on its database kung sino Hollywood look-a-like nyo. Trust me, you won't be disappointed with the results. Here's the result of my query... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cool, right?!! Hehehe!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11705998-112380765707494434?l=xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/feeds/112380765707494434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11705998&amp;postID=112380765707494434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/112380765707494434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/112380765707494434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/2005/08/hahaha.html' title='Hahaha...'/><author><name>xxtoooboooxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937380279343574910</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-11705998.post-112307004227746906</id><published>2005-08-03T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T04:54:02.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tawa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tawa naman tayo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hating-gabi, hot si Misis, haplos niya ilong ni Mister, kiliti niya sa leeg, saka bulong ng malambing sa tenga:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Luv, wala na akong panty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sagot ni Mister: " Ha? sige, tulog ka na, bukas ibibili kita!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-----+++-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prospective Employer to Applicant: " So why did you leave your previous job?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Applicant: " The company relocated and they did not tell me where!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-----+++-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bisaya 1: " Gara ng kutsi, siguro kay Miyur iyan."!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bisaya 2: " Dili bay!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bisaya 1: " Kay Hipi?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bisaya 2: " Tuntu ka man. Kay FATHER iyan. Gisulat niya sa likud o,'SAFARI.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-----+++-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misis: " Sir, mananawagan po sana ako sa mister ko kasi dinala niya ang limang anak namin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radio Host: " Ok, go ahead!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misis: " Honey, ibalik mo na ang mga bata, isa lang naman ang sa iyo diyan!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-----+++-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakasakay ka sa FX, nang ikaw ay mautot. Buti na lang malakas ang tugtog. Bawat pag-utot, sabay sa tugtog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nang ikaw ay bumaba, ang sasama ng tingin nila sa iyo, bigla mong naalala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Naka Walkman ka pala! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11705998-112307004227746906?l=xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/feeds/112307004227746906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11705998&amp;postID=112307004227746906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/112307004227746906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/112307004227746906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/2005/08/tawa.html' title='Tawa...'/><author><name>xxtoooboooxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937380279343574910</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-11705998.post-112299075268594506</id><published>2005-08-02T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T18:40:14.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sa wakas!!! After all the painstaking hours of editing my fuckin' Blog Skin, I finally got to connect the skin and the background. I really love this skin that's why I did not totally changed it. I just edited it so it can be best viewed with 1024x768 resolution. I thought it was hard... Thanks to Adobe Photoshop™, photobucket.com, and Asian Show Off Website, I had the time and resources to edit my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Till my next update!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-peace out-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11705998-112299075268594506?l=xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/feeds/112299075268594506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11705998&amp;postID=112299075268594506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/112299075268594506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/112299075268594506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/2005/08/update.html' title='Update...'/><author><name>xxtoooboooxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937380279343574910</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-11705998.post-112254035153126432</id><published>2005-07-28T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T06:30:38.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Depression...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img alt="Depressing..." src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y124/xxtoooboooxx/pulitzer3copy.jpg" width="600" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This Photo is the "Pulitzer Prize" winning photo taken in 1994 during the Sudan famine. The picture depicts a famine stricken child crawling towards a United Nations food camp, located about a Kilometer away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The vulture is waiting for the child to die so that it can eat it. This picture shocked the whole world. No one knows what happen to the child, including the photographer Kevin Carter who left the place as soon as the photogrpah was taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Three months later, Kevin Carter committed suicide due to depression. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I will never waste my food no matter how bad it tastes and how full I may be. I pray that He will protect this little boy, guide and deliver him away from his misery. I pray that we will be more sensitive towards the world around us and not be blinded by our own selfish nature and interests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this picture will always serve as a reminder to us that how fortunate we are and that we must never ever take things for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pass this message or show this site to your friends. Let's pray for all those suffering around the globe and send this friendly reminder to others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think &amp;amp; look at this... When you complain about your food and the food we waste daily...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11705998-112254035153126432?l=xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/feeds/112254035153126432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11705998&amp;postID=112254035153126432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/112254035153126432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/112254035153126432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/2005/07/depression.html' title='Depression...'/><author><name>xxtoooboooxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937380279343574910</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-11705998.post-112247676443314808</id><published>2005-07-27T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T04:21:24.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes, life sucks... Isn't it? I'm almost on the verge of givin' up. I can't sleep, I can't smile, I can't go places, I can't do things... Worst, I miss my baby so much! I know there are people who have the same angst as mine. But why? I mean, why do we need to suffer like this? Why do we still go on even if we can't? And why the hell do we still exist? These are a few of my questions... Questions that has unfathomable number of answers... However, I still haven't got the correct one. Some people tell me to do this, some tell me to do that. Believe me; I did everything to correct my life... To answer my own questions... But somehow, fate keeps on findin' ways to fuck everything up. I know there are people with problems far worst than mine and still manage to get up. All I can say is, "I'm not like them..." I did so many things to correct my mistakes... Went through hell and back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once heard a saying in a movie, “Don’t take life seriously, you'll never get out alive." Dumbfounded as I am, I still had a part of my brain to analyze it. I found myself murmuring alone, saying to myself, "whoa! That makes sense!" Why the hell do we really take life too seriously? Eventually, we'll all die... Right? I mean, hello! Reality check! Yes, that's what our future holds... Death! Now, knowing this, should I waste my life thinking about people who’s sick of me? Despise me... Why think of things I can't have? Places I can't go... Feelings of resentment... Disappointments in life... NOT!!! What we people should realize is that we should not waste the remainders of our lives. We shouldn't be wasting our lives working our asses off eight hours-a-day, five to six days-a-week, almost five weeks-a-month, twelve months-a-year. I mean, do the math! We're wasting so much time making rich people richer while making ourselves poorer and miserable. And what do we get from them? Stressed body and mind, neglected accomplishments, and well documented mistakes... Damn! I just don't get it! I wanna be free of all these! I wanna be free of this maze! I wanna live my life! I suggest you guys do the same thing. Let's be wild! Let's be risky! Let us be free! Let's live life to the fullest!  Let us fill our world with love, enjoyment, and smiles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-peace out-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11705998-112247676443314808?l=xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/feeds/112247676443314808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11705998&amp;postID=112247676443314808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/112247676443314808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/112247676443314808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-life.html' title='My Life...'/><author><name>xxtoooboooxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937380279343574910</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-11705998.post-112143248390945896</id><published>2005-07-15T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T06:01:23.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodnight...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Day You Said Goodnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;HALE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me as you are,&lt;br /&gt;Push me off the road&lt;br /&gt;the sadness;&lt;br /&gt;I need this time to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm freezing in the sun;&lt;br /&gt;I'm burning in the rain&lt;br /&gt;The silence;&lt;br /&gt;I'm screaming,&lt;br /&gt;Calling out your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I do reside in your light&lt;br /&gt;Put out the fire with me and find&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you'll lose the side of your circles&lt;br /&gt;That's what i'll do if we say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be is all I gotta be&lt;br /&gt;And all that I see&lt;br /&gt;And all that I need this time&lt;br /&gt;To me the life you gave me&lt;br /&gt;The day you said goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The calmness in your face&lt;br /&gt;That I see through the night&lt;br /&gt;The warmth of your light is pressing unto us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn't ask me why&lt;br /&gt;I never would have known&lt;br /&gt;oblivion is falling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I do reside in your hear&lt;br /&gt;Put out the fire with me and find&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you'll lose the side of your circles&lt;br /&gt;That's what I'll do if we say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be is all I gotta be&lt;br /&gt;And all that I see&lt;br /&gt;And all that I need this time&lt;br /&gt;To me the life you gave me&lt;br /&gt;The day you said goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could only know me like your prayers at night&lt;br /&gt;Then everything between you and me will be all&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be is all i gotta be&lt;br /&gt;And all that I see&lt;br /&gt;And all that I need this time&lt;br /&gt;To me the life you gave me&lt;br /&gt;The day you said goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's already taken,&lt;br /&gt;She's already taken&lt;br /&gt;She's already taken me&lt;br /&gt;She's already taken,&lt;br /&gt;She's already taken&lt;br /&gt;She's already taken me.&lt;br /&gt;The day you said goodnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is dedicated to my pal. You know who you are...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11705998-112143248390945896?l=xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/feeds/112143248390945896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11705998&amp;postID=112143248390945896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/112143248390945896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/112143248390945896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/2005/07/goodnight.html' title='Goodnight...'/><author><name>xxtoooboooxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937380279343574910</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-11705998.post-111986350575233289</id><published>2005-06-27T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T02:22:55.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>izumi</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Ang Cute Ko Noh?!" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y124/xxtoooboooxx/izumi.jpg" width="300" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is one of the reasons why I keep on going... This is my very cute pamangkin, Izumi... My sister's only daughter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11705998-111986350575233289?l=xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/feeds/111986350575233289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11705998&amp;postID=111986350575233289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/111986350575233289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/111986350575233289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/2005/06/izumi.html' title='izumi'/><author><name>xxtoooboooxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937380279343574910</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-11705998.post-111969133471346989</id><published>2005-06-25T17:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T02:37:19.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puerto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="I really miss times like this..." src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y124/xxtoooboooxx/12096125249139l.jpg" width="400" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is one of the things I really miss...&lt;br /&gt;Spending quality time with my baby, which is a bliss...&lt;br /&gt;Running and rolling in the sand...&lt;br /&gt;kissing and hugging and holding hands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinking beer as cold as ice,&lt;br /&gt;walking down the beach free of fears and lies...&lt;br /&gt;Feeling tipsy as the day pass by,&lt;br /&gt;two souls united by love under the sky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the sun as it go down,&lt;br /&gt;a crowning glory that reaches even the farthest town...&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the mists in our face,&lt;br /&gt;like the tingly sensation when you're lost inside a haze...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darkness comes and fancy lights lines the beach,&lt;br /&gt;from bars that sucks away all your angst and sadness like a leech...&lt;br /&gt;In our room filled with love and moans,&lt;br /&gt;two caring and loving souls, into one are sawn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11705998-111969133471346989?l=xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/feeds/111969133471346989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11705998&amp;postID=111969133471346989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/111969133471346989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/111969133471346989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/2005/06/puerto_25.html' title='Puerto...'/><author><name>xxtoooboooxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937380279343574910</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-11705998.post-111934267110426744</id><published>2005-06-21T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T01:31:11.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WORDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEW WORDS IN THE DICTIONARY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;BR&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;These are the words that are so unique and loaded in meaning that they will never find a direct translation in the English language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget traditional dictionaries. Keep this list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Achuchu (A-chu-chu).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This refers to the pointless insincerities being said during long, involved conversations about nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. Ano (A-noh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The all-around, all-purpose word for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Pronoun in interrogation: Ano? (What)&lt;br /&gt;(2) Noun: Where is your ano?&lt;br /&gt;(Where is your father/mother/dead-uncle's-second-cousin)&lt;br /&gt;(3) Verb: Anuhin this.&lt;br /&gt;(Paint/kill/maim/castrate this.)&lt;br /&gt;(4) Adjective: This is so ano.&lt;br /&gt;(This is so pretty/big/astounding.)&lt;br /&gt;(5) Interjection: Ano!&lt;br /&gt;(What the hell!)&lt;br /&gt;(6) Substitute for genitalia:&lt;br /&gt;Did you ano your ano?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The use of ano is quite dangerous for the untrained ear, and must be put into the proper setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Honey, the ano is too long, we have to cut it,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be accompanied by the proper understanding of the context, as results maybe critical to a couple's future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. Booba (boo-bah).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A female blessed with larger than usual mammary glands, which can be used as weapons of mass destruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. Checheboreche (Che-che-boh-re-che)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same as achuchu. It is interesting to ponder on the reason why there are so many words in the Filipino language that beautifully describe meaningless chatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. Epal (Eh-pal).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;An individual who believes he is God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6. Gigil (gee-gil).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;An uncontroll! able desire to bite something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7. Hipon (Hee-pon).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literally "shrimp," whose body is eaten while its head is thrown away, this refers to a female whose body is to die for and whose face looks like it belongs to the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8. Kikay (kee-kay).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Refers to individuals who carry a brush, hand wash, moisturizer, lip-gloss and various other facial enhancements in a case (aptly called a kikay kit) inside her bag. Recent inspections of various backpacks have led to the conclusion it is not a purely female trait. This br! eed cannot resist checking themselves out on mirrors, glass windows, bread knives, sidewalk puddles and plastic-covered notebooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Kaekekan (Ka-ek-e-kahn)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Same as achuchu and chechebureche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10. Kilig (keel-leg).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A rush of excitement due to the actions, presence or even mention of he whom you see as the future father of your children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Laglag-brip (lag-lag-brip).&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The female counterpart of laglag-panti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Laglag-panti (lag-lag-pan-tee).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A man so incredibly hot, so heart-stoppingly gorgeous ! ;and oozing with masculinity that female&lt;br /&gt;underwear (whether worn by males or females) falls to the ground without effort whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;13. Indyanero (In-jan-neh-ro).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;An individual who fails to appear at anappointment without prior warning. Not to be confused with&lt;br /&gt;individuals who appear according to Filipino time (approximately 10 minutes before the meeting is to end)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;14. Japorms (Jah-porms).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Describes an individual dressed differently from the usual (typically involves clothes that have been laundered and pant legs of roughly the same length).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;15. Lagot (Lah-got)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A prophesy of evil things to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;16. Para (Pah-rah).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A term that informs the driver of a jeep to stop and pause (usually in the middle of the road) as the individual speaking intends to leave the vehicle. Dangerous for individuals as drivers seem to believe&lt;br /&gt;having one foot in the air is all that is necessary for descent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Takusa (Ta-kuh-sa).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Derived from takot sa asawa (afraid of wife), this is a used to describe the silent (very silent) minority of males married to feminine reincarnations of Hitler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;18. Torpe (tore-peh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A gentleman who is desperately attracted to a female yet by some strange compulsion is reduced to a frozen mound of stuttering male whenever that female is near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armed with this list and a smile, you will be sure to make the proper impression not just on your new relations, but on you! r loved one as well. Now let's practice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Honey, when I first saw you, I made laglag brip, and was almost torpe. When I finally got the nerve to date you, I almost became indyanero, because I didn't think I had the right japorms. When you're around, I'm kilig, when you're not, I get gigil. You may think all this is achuchu, kaekekan, just chechebureche, but in truth, my love, I'm so ano with you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11705998-111934267110426744?l=xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/feeds/111934267110426744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11705998&amp;postID=111934267110426744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/111934267110426744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/111934267110426744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/2005/06/words.html' title='WORDS'/><author><name>xxtoooboooxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937380279343574910</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-11705998.post-111723632845011564</id><published>2005-05-28T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T16:25:28.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell GY...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Farewell GY...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What have we to say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Some need to go another way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you know how blue it makes our day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;To think that some really cannot stay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Some may be happy, some may not be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But we'd miss the laughter, terribly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;One thing we treasure is the company,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The pre-shift drinks &amp; after-shift coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When it had been our first month here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We had nothing but doubts and fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And, in time, everything got clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks to the vets--our mentors so dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The second month flew by so fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;At times we would have breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was just simple, it wasn't a blast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But it did one thing, it built our trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Third precious month with the team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Has built our self-esteem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And  you can really see us beam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;While we all worked---the GY team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The fourth month came, the final one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The last few weeks, our hearts weighed a ton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We never thought that some would be gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sad, after all the good, fun things we'd done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sarina's "Order tayo?" and "Uuuuy, ano'ng kakainin natin?" will be misssed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Meg's "Thank you for calling hotel voucher." and "Madge, break ka na." will less likely be heard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Obert's "Mangmilan nga mo ng inang lata ng Mo e Meen?" and  "Uy, gumimik daw uli kayo?" will surely be heard only on the next "GY Peeps" gimmik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Peejay's "Leave ako kasi labas kami ng mga bata" will be for the PM shift to hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sangi's "Madjiii!!! yosi tayo?" will be heard from someone else now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lester's "Puerto Galera tayo this weekend!" will be heard by another group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Angel's "Bawal yan sa akin" will be heard only on the next coffee session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yiani's "Ganon kami sa Expedia noon" will be ........? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Madge's "Al-la, ay Apo, ay Apo!" and "Ano na naman ginawa ko?" will be heard on her next blooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitter or sweet, down or up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Be it chat, e-mail, or voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;McDo or Jollibee,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dencio's or Giligan's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So short the time, great knowledge gained,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Good bonding we have, one great team we've been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tayo 'to----the GY Peeps!&lt;br /&gt;P.S.Benjo's "Pakitago lang ha?  Just be discreet, be discreet." and "Di ba, di ba, di ba?" will be missed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;By: SPO1 Madge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11705998-111723632845011564?l=xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/feeds/111723632845011564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11705998&amp;postID=111723632845011564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/111723632845011564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/111723632845011564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/2005/05/farewell-gy.html' title='Farewell GY...'/><author><name>xxtoooboooxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937380279343574910</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-11705998.post-111705882160354414</id><published>2005-05-26T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T15:21:13.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, Sex is Healthy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, Sex is Healthy...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sexual activity affects your body from head to toe. Here's what doctors have learned about it's positive effects on health:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW YOUR BODY BENEFITS FROM SEX&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HEART DISEASE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Lovemaking is good aerobic exercise that improves the circulation and works the heart. Sexually active people tend to have fewer heart attacks, possibly owing to their fitness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WEIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Intercourse can burn around 200 calories, not bad for a few minutes' work and far more entertaining than a 15-minute churn on a treadmill at the gym&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Endorphins released during orgasm can dull the chronic pain of backaches and arthritis as well as migraines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DEPRESSION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Sexually active people appear to be less vulnerable to depression and suicide, perhaps because they are more comfortable with their sexuality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ANXIETY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hormones released during arousal can calm anxiety, ease fear and break down inhibitions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IMMUNITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Frequent intercourse may boost levels of key immune cells that help fight off colds and other infections.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CANCER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Early studies hint that oxitocin and the hormone DHEA, both released during orgasm, may prevent breast cancer cells from developing into tumors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LONGEVITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Frequent orgasm has been linked to longer life; this finding may have something to do with sex's beneficial effects on the heart and immune system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11705998-111705882160354414?l=xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/feeds/111705882160354414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11705998&amp;postID=111705882160354414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/111705882160354414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/111705882160354414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/2005/05/yes-sex-is-healthy.html' title='Yes, Sex is Healthy...'/><author><name>xxtoooboooxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937380279343574910</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-11705998.post-111696283464457298</id><published>2005-05-25T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T16:51:34.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why?..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why am I fighting to live,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;if i'm just living to fight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why am I trying to see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;when there is nothing inside?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why am I trying to give,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;when no one gives me a try?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why am I dying to live,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;if i'm just living to die?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11705998-111696283464457298?l=xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/feeds/111696283464457298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11705998&amp;postID=111696283464457298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/111696283464457298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/111696283464457298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/2005/05/why.html' title='Why...'/><author><name>xxtoooboooxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937380279343574910</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-11705998.post-111689074448365416</id><published>2005-05-24T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T16:39:45.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alone...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Am i alone in this path that I take? A long and never ending path leading to a more endless, dark, desolate landscape. A place where never weilding fear exists that even my shadow resists to take this walk with me. I feel like a big chunk of my tormented soul has been taken from me by the grim reaper yet still managed to leave a trace. A trace that makes me breath and feel dead at the same time. A trace of soul that makes me feel like walking to a long and winding limbo of wondering souls that goes deep... Deep... Deeper... 'Till I reach the place where everybody's worst nightmare is compiled to a single thought and force fed to my hollow soul which in turn sucks it up like a dry sponge soaked in a glass of dark water... Dark... So dark... Darker than the shadow that lurks in the night... A thought so dark that even the devil himself will puke his guts out even for just a second of it... And now, I'm left alone... With the deafening sound of silence and rotting soul I surrender... But wait! I'm still alive! Why should I surrender? Wht should I give in to the night? I still have myself... My bitter, desolate, hungry, war mongering, hollow self... But! Still myself... I wouldn't give in like this... I wouldn't die like this... Not like this... Not alone like this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11705998-111689074448365416?l=xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/feeds/111689074448365416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11705998&amp;postID=111689074448365416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/111689074448365416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/111689074448365416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/2005/05/alone.html' title='Alone...'/><author><name>xxtoooboooxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937380279343574910</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-11705998.post-111686569191613559</id><published>2005-05-24T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T09:28:11.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeepney...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JEEPNEY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;BY: SPONGECOLA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bumaba ako sa jeepney&lt;br /&gt;Kung saan tayo'y dating makatabi&lt;br /&gt;Magkahalik ang pisngi nating dalawa&lt;br /&gt;Nating dalawa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panyo mo sa aking bulsa&lt;br /&gt;Buong kahapon ay naroon pa rin&lt;br /&gt;Ang tawa nati'y humahalay&lt;br /&gt;Sa init nating dalawa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subalit ngayo'y wala na (Wala na)...&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw ay lumayo na (Lumayo na)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naaalala ko ang mga gabing&lt;br /&gt;Nakahiga sa ilalim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ng kalawakan&lt;br /&gt;Naaalala ko ang mga gabing&lt;br /&gt;Magkatabi sa ulan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kulay nang iyong ngiti&lt;br /&gt;At tikwas ng iyong buhok&lt;br /&gt;Ang lambot ng iyong labi&lt;br /&gt;Ng iyong labi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahit anino mo sa malayo&lt;br /&gt;Ay nais masulyapan&lt;br /&gt;Upang mapawi&lt;br /&gt;Ang lamig&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subalit ngayo'y wala na...&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw ay lumayo na...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naaalala ko ang mga gabing&lt;br /&gt;Nakahiga sa ilalim&lt;br /&gt;Ng kalawakan&lt;br /&gt;Naaalala ko ang mga gabing&lt;br /&gt;Magkatabi sa ulan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subalit ngayo'y wala na...&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw ay lumayo na...&lt;br /&gt;Lumayo na...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naaalala ko ang mga gabing&lt;br /&gt;Nakahiga sa ilalim&lt;br /&gt;Ng kalawakan&lt;br /&gt;Naaalala ko ang mga gabing&lt;br /&gt;Magkatabi sa ulan (2x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Naaalala) Magkatabi sa ulan... (Naaalala)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11705998-111686569191613559?l=xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/feeds/111686569191613559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11705998&amp;postID=111686569191613559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/111686569191613559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/111686569191613559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/2005/05/jeepney.html' title='Jeepney...'/><author><name>xxtoooboooxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937380279343574910</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-11705998.post-111671325278000120</id><published>2005-05-22T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T15:14:22.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is a big day... A new skin for a great and new beginning... The time of the new millenia has come... The time of the pa-tweetums, sweety-pie effect has come to an end... A new agresive me has emerged... Behold my new skin! The evolution of an angel to some kind of devilish freak... Like a love story that unfolds to be a suspense thriller that slowly turning out to be the most bloody and hair-raising horror movie of all time... So unfathomable scare that seaps underneath your skin that it turns your stomach inside-out... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a starter, I'm pleased with my new skin... Yes, I know it still needs so much improvement... But, for a starter, I think that this is a good work... Do you agree? I hope so... Many thanks to my "Lady Kezia" for being with me at the times of horror... But most of all, thank you for the negativity and hatred that inspired me with this transformation... The hell with you! You won't take me down! I'll use you as an example for me to strive harder... Strive harder not to be a picture of you... Strive harder not to be brought down by a mere weakling of a creature such as you... &lt;em&gt;"I will not step into the night... I won't vanish without a fight..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11705998-111671325278000120?l=xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/feeds/111671325278000120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11705998&amp;postID=111671325278000120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/111671325278000120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/111671325278000120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/2005/05/thanks.html' title='Thanks....'/><author><name>xxtoooboooxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937380279343574910</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-11705998.post-111669913196096052</id><published>2005-05-22T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T11:12:11.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dahil...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAHIL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;BY: MAYONNAISE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi mo kahapon, di mo ako iiwan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;di mo pababayaan mag-isa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;At sabi mo kanina, wag na akong magpakita,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;di mo ako kailangan kailanman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hindi mapigil, ang iyong damdamin, wala na siya dito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dahil sayo ako'y nandito ngayon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bakit malabo ang buhay sa mundo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sabi mo kahapon, wala ka ng problema,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;wala ka ng kailangan sa buhay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;At sabi mo kanina, wag na akong magpakita,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;di mo ako kailangan kailanman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hindi mapigil, ang iyong damdamin, wala na siya dito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dahil sayo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dahil sayo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dahil sayo ako ay ganito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11705998-111669913196096052?l=xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/feeds/111669913196096052/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11705998.post-111651578044620844</id><published>2005-05-19T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T08:11:23.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Concerns...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONCERNS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BY: LESTER &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'll go to work&lt;br /&gt;In other words, be a dork...&lt;br /&gt;Burning my ass off to do my job,&lt;br /&gt;While others are just being a slob...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I ask myself "why?"&lt;br /&gt;Why I put myself in a pan to fry?&lt;br /&gt;In a fucking grill I put myself in,&lt;br /&gt;While angels fly to heaven from within...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Softly, like a voice of a fucking elf,&lt;br /&gt;"Give me a break" I say to myself...&lt;br /&gt;For that is all that I can do,&lt;br /&gt;Ranting to myself like a fuckin' foo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11705998-111651578044620844?l=xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/feeds/111651578044620844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11705998&amp;postID=111651578044620844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/111651578044620844'/><link rel='self' 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MAYONNAISE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ayokong tumingin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;sa iyong mga salamin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;baka lang mapuwing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ako sa kakatingin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;hindi pwede...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ang umibig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;panaginip ito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;at ayokong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;mahulog sayo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ayokong sumilip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;natatakot umibig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;baka lang madala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ako sa ihip ng hangin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;hindi pwede...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ang umibig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;panaginip ito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;at ayokong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;mahulog sayo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11705998-111637162765106731?l=xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/feeds/111637162765106731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11705998&amp;postID=111637162765106731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pin...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Little Mary was not the best student in Sunday school. Usually she slept through the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day the teacher called on her while she was napping, "Tell me, Mary, who created the universe?" When Mary didn't stir, little Johnny, an altruistic boy seated in the chair behind her, took a pin and jabbed her in the rear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God Almighty !" shouted Mary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher said, "Very good!" and Mary fell back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while later the teacher asked Mary, "Who is our Lord and Savior?", but Mary didn't even stir from her slumber. Once again, Johnny came to the rescue and stuck her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jesus Christ!" shouted Mary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher said, "Very good!" and Mary fell back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the teacher asked Mary a third question, "What did Eve say to Adam after she had her twenty-third child?" Again, Johnny jabbed her with the pin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This time Mary jumped up and shouted, "If you stick that damn thing in me one more time, I'll break it in half!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Teacher fainted.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11705998-111576036337249737?l=xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/feeds/111576036337249737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11705998&amp;postID=111576036337249737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/111576036337249737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/111576036337249737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/2005/05/pin.html' title='Pin...'/><author><name>xxtoooboooxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937380279343574910</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-11705998.post-111559963215292658</id><published>2005-05-09T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T07:58:42.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drop...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Top Five Spanish Cultural Traits Filipinos Should Drop" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The Debut, since only girls get this at age 18. Hey, what happened to mine!? I'm sure I can work a dress like the next girl. Imagine all the cash I'd be getting for comic books. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Everything Spanish (words, last names, etc.) should instantly be reverted to their original Filipino tribal words...imagine Jose Rizal becoming...Malaking Kamay sa Kanyang Bayag.(Man of Poetic License)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The fake Pinoy male "Latino Wannabe" machismo. For every Filipino dude who thinks he's the "shit" at every social scene, may his bird shrink three times smaller. Just learn to be yourself and respect our Pinay sisters, ok? N´uff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Stop saying you're part Spanish and Hawaiian when truly you've got deep family roots in the Banaue Rice Terraces. Oh well, maybe white guys will keep believing this for at least ten more years and not make dog-eatingcracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We need to stop believing that having mestizo/a features is an admirable genetic trait for our race. In fact, I have some mestizo/a friends who I can admit are some of the most butt-ugliest people I dare to call my friends. So much for Evolution.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11705998-111559963215292658?l=xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/feeds/111559963215292658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11705998&amp;postID=111559963215292658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/111559963215292658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/111559963215292658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/2005/05/drop.html' title='Drop...'/><author><name>xxtoooboooxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937380279343574910</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-11705998.post-111516216578843552</id><published>2005-05-04T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T16:16:05.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sandra</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sandra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BY BARRY MANILOW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She's a great little housewife &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Though sometimes she talks like a fool &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But she helps at the store in the holiday rush &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And she picks up the kids after school &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And she puts down the phone when her husband comes home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And she changes from mother to wife &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Til she feels the words hanging between them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And she hangs by her words to her life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She says I swear I love my husband, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love my kids &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanted to be like my mother &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But if I hadn't done it as soon as I did &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh there might have been time to be me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For myself, for myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's so many things that she wishes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She don't even know what she's missin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And that's how she knows that she missed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She's a sweetheart, except when she's moody &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's hard to get through to her then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Depressed for a while when the youngest was born &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh but that happens now and again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She might take a drink with the housework &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or when Michael's kept late at the shop &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A Martini or two before dinner &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But she always knows when to stop &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She says I swear I love my husband and I love my kids &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You know I wanted to be like my mother &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But if I hadn't done it as soon as I did &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh there might have been time to be me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For myself, for myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's so many things that she wishes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She don't even know what she's missin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And that's how she knows that she missed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh they used to hold hands at the movies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now it's seldom if ever they go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Once you've paid for the sitter and parkin' the car &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's no money left for the show &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She was doing the dishes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When a glass fell and broke on the tile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And she cut her wrist (quite by mistake) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was real touch and go for a while &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She says Oh God I love my husband and I love my kids &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You know I wanted to be like my, my mother &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But if I hadn't done it as soon as I did &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh there might have been time to be me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For myself, for myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's so many things that she wishes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She don't even know what she's missin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And that's how she knows that she missed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11705998-111516216578843552?l=xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/feeds/111516216578843552/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11705998.post-111479648444317090</id><published>2005-04-30T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T10:51:33.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Broken Sonnet &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By Hale&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And now i concede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;on the night of this fifteenth song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;of melancholy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;of melancholy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and now i will admit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;on this fourth line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;that i love you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;that i love you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i don't care what they say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i don't care what they do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;coz tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll leave my fears behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;coz tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll be right at your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;the clock on the tv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;says eight thirty nine pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;it's the same...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;it's the same...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and in this next line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll say it all over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;that i love you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;that i love you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i don't care what they say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i don't care what they do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;coz tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll leave my fears behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;coz tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll be right at your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;lie down right next to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;lie down right next to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and i will never let go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;will never let go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;coz tonight&lt;br /&gt;i'll leave my fears behind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;coz tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll be right at your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;lie down right next to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;lie down right next to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and i will never let go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;will never let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;but still i see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;the tears from your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe im just not the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;for you.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11705998-111479648444317090?l=xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/feeds/111479648444317090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11705998&amp;postID=111479648444317090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/111479648444317090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A lecturer was giving a lecture to his student on stress management. He raised a glass of water and asked the audience, "How heavy do you think this glass of water is?" The students' answers ranged from 20g to 500gm. "It does not matter on the absolute weight. It depends on how long you hold it. If I hold it for a minute, it is OK. If I hold it for an hour, I will have an ache in my right arm. If I hold it for a day, you will have to call an ambulance. It is the exact same weight, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes." "If we carry our burdens all the time, sooner or later, we will not be able to carry on, the burden becoming increasingly heavier." "What you have to do is to put the glass down, rest for a while before holding it up again." We haveto put down the burden periodically, so that we can be refreshed andare able to carry on. So before you return home from work tonight, putthe burden of work down. Don't carry it back home. You can pick it uptomorrow. Whatever burdens you are having now on your shoulders, let itdown for a moment if you can. Pick it up again later when you haverested.......... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rest and relax.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is short, enjoy it!! ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11705998-111461301329092704?l=xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/feeds/111461301329092704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11705998&amp;postID=111461301329092704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/111461301329092704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/111461301329092704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/2005/04/stress.html' title='Stress'/><author><name>xxtoooboooxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937380279343574910</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-11705998.post-111452313873281907</id><published>2005-04-26T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T06:45:38.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gising...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gising, friend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tumatanda ka na, friend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nasa Friday &lt;strong&gt;Magic Madness&lt;/strong&gt; na yung mga paborito mong kanta. Nakaka-relate ka na sa Classic MTV. Lesbiana na yung kinaaaliwan mong child star dati. Nanay na lagi ang role ng crush na crush mong matinee idol noon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dati, pag may panot, sisigaw ka agad ng &lt;strong&gt;"PENDONG!".&lt;/strong&gt; Ngayon, pag may sumisigaw nun, ikaw na yung napapraning. Parang botika na ang cabinet mo. May multivitamins, vitamin E, vitamin C, royal jelly, tsaka ginko biloba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dati, laging may inuman. Sa inuman, may lechon, sisig, kaldereta,inihawna liempo, pusit, at kung anu-ano pa. Ngayon, nagkukumpulan na lang kayo ng mga kasama mo sa Starbucks at oorder ng tea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wala na ang mga kaibigan mo noon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ang dating masasayang tawanan ng barkada sa canteen, napalitan na ngwalang katapusang pagrereklamo tungkol sa kumpanya ninyo. Wala na ang best friend mo na lagi mong pinupuntahan kapag may problema ka. Ang lagi mo na lang kausap ngayon e ang ka-opisina mong hindi ka sigurado kung binebenta ka sa iba pag nakatalikod ka. Ang hirap nang magtiwala. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mahirap nang makahanap ng totoong kaibigan. Hindi mo kayang pagkatiwalaan ang kasama mo araw-araw sa opisina. Kung sabagay, nagkakilala lang kayo dahil gusto ninyong kumita ng pera at umakyat sa tinatawag nilang &lt;strong&gt;"corporate ladder".&lt;/strong&gt; Anumang pagkakaibigang umusbong galing sa pera at ambisyon ay hindi talaga totoong pagkakaibigan. Pera din at ambisyon ang sisira sa inyong dalawa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pera&lt;/strong&gt;. Pera na ang nagpapatakbo ng buhay mo. Alipin ka na ng Meralco, PLDT, SkyCable, Globe, Smart, at Sun. Alipin kang Midnight Madness. Alipin ka ng tollgate sa expressway. Alipin ka ng credit card mo. Alipin ka ng ATM. Alipin ka ng BIR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dati-rati masaya ka na sa isang platong instant pancit canton. Ngayon,dapat may kasamang italian chicken ang fettucine alfredo mo. Masaya kana noon pag nakakapag-ober-da-bakod kayo para makapagswimming. Ngayon,ayaw mong lumangoy kung hindi Boracay o Puerto Galera ang lugar. Dati, sulit na sulit na sa yo ang gin pomelo. Ngayon, pagkatapos ng ilang bote ng red wine, maghahanap ka ng San Mig Light o Vodka Cruiser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wala ka nang magawa. Sumasabay ang lifestyle mo sa income mo. nagtataka ka kung bakit hindi ka pa rin nakakaipon kahit tumataas ang sweldo mo. Yung mga bagay na gusto mong bilhin dati na sinasabi mong hindi mo kailangan, abot-kamay mo na. Pero kahit nasaiyo na ang mga gusto mong bilhin, hindi ka pa rin makuntento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saan ka ba papunta?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;friend, gumising ka. Hindi ka nabuhay sa mundong ito para maging isa lang sa mga baterya ng mga machines sa Matrix. Hanapin mo ang dahilan kung bakit nilagay ka rito. Kung ang buhay mo ngayon ay uulit-ulit lang hanggang maging kwenta anyos ka na, magsisisi ka. Lumingon ka kung paano ka nagsimula, isipin ang mga tao at mga bagay na nagpasaya sa yo.Balikan mo sila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ikaw ang nagbago, hindi ang mundo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11705998-111452313873281907?l=xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/feeds/111452313873281907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11705998&amp;postID=111452313873281907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/111452313873281907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/111452313873281907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/2005/04/gising.html' title='Gising...'/><author><name>xxtoooboooxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937380279343574910</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-11705998.post-111452381236863927</id><published>2005-04-26T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T06:56:52.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Announcement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ATTENTION!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We at &lt;strong&gt;TOOOBOOO EVENTS&lt;/strong&gt; will be having our "&lt;strong&gt;FIRST CAR SHOW / SKIMPY CARWASH / PARTY&lt;/strong&gt;" by &lt;strong&gt;APRIL 30, 2005&lt;/strong&gt; entitled "&lt;strong&gt;CARZ 05&lt;/strong&gt;". We are cordially inviting everyone to please come and enjoy the &lt;strong&gt;CARS, BOOZE, &amp; BABES&lt;/strong&gt;!!! For all ticket reservations and inquiries, please contact me through the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMAIL:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:xxtoooboooxx@yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;xxtoooboooxx@yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;PHONEZ: 5220938 (look for Jaz) (0921) 7296914 (Lester)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11705998-111452381236863927?l=xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/feeds/111452381236863927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11705998&amp;postID=111452381236863927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/111452381236863927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/111452381236863927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/2005/04/announcement.html' title='Announcement'/><author><name>xxtoooboooxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937380279343574910</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-11705998.post-111406780007048061</id><published>2005-04-21T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T00:16:40.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Drinking Commandments</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 UTOS SA PAG-INOM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Huwag &lt;strong&gt;MAKULIT&lt;/strong&gt; habang umiinom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Huwag &lt;strong&gt;MATAKAW&lt;/strong&gt; sa pulutan. (inuman to, nde picnic!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Huwag &lt;strong&gt;PATAGALIN&lt;/strong&gt; ang &lt;strong&gt;BASO&lt;/strong&gt; at mayroong naghihintay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Huwag lang uminom nang uminom kailangang &lt;strong&gt;BUMILI &lt;/strong&gt;ka rin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Uminom ng diretso sa &lt;strong&gt;TIYAN &lt;/strong&gt;at huwag sa &lt;strong&gt;ULO&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Huwag biglang &lt;strong&gt;MAWAWALA&lt;/strong&gt; sa inuman. &lt;strong&gt;MAGPAALAM&lt;/strong&gt; kung uuwi na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;7. Magtira ng &lt;strong&gt;PANGLAKAD&lt;/strong&gt; kahit hinlalaki ng paa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;8. Huwag &lt;strong&gt;MATUTULOG&lt;/strong&gt; habang umiinom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;9. Siguraduhing sa &lt;strong&gt;BAHAY&lt;/strong&gt; ang &lt;strong&gt;UWI &lt;/strong&gt;kung lasing na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;10. Huwag &lt;strong&gt;MATAKOT&lt;/strong&gt; sa &lt;strong&gt;ASAWA&lt;/strong&gt; o syota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11705998-111406780007048061?l=xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/feeds/111406780007048061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11705998&amp;postID=111406780007048061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/111406780007048061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/111406780007048061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/2005/04/10-drinking-commandments.html' title='10 Drinking Commandments'/><author><name>xxtoooboooxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937380279343574910</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-11705998.post-111347496060785967</id><published>2005-04-14T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T03:36:00.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wala lang</title><content type='html'>I'm here at my baby's office, getting ready to go to the event site for the occular inspection for the lights and sounds. Again, if anybody is interested  to go to the carshow, please contact me through the listed contact details below for more inquiries and ticket reservation. Thaks and have nice day to y'all!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11705998-111347496060785967?l=xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/feeds/111347496060785967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11705998&amp;postID=111347496060785967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/111347496060785967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/111347496060785967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/2005/04/wala-lang.html' title='wala lang'/><author><name>xxtoooboooxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937380279343574910</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-11705998.post-111334467706647008</id><published>2005-04-13T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T15:24:37.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yahooo!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes!!! Alas!!! I'm back at work and full swing with my blogging este chatting... Hahahaha!!! 'Just kiddin... Thanks for my baby's TLC, (Tender Loving Care) I recovered as fast as I can... Thank you B!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11705998-111334467706647008?l=xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/feeds/111334467706647008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11705998&amp;postID=111334467706647008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/111334467706647008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/111334467706647008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/2005/04/yahooo.html' title='Yahooo!!!'/><author><name>xxtoooboooxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937380279343574910</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-11705998.post-111334445982165834</id><published>2005-04-12T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T15:25:55.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clusivol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today is such a bad day... I am sick and bed ridden... 'Can't go to work... Can't go outside... Can't be with my friends... Can't even taste my food... Worst of all, I won't be paid for my absence at work!!! waaahhhh!!! It's a good thing my baby took care of me... That was a very nice consolation... Even if she has to og to work, she still made it a point to go to my house and take care of me. (Makati-Fairview-Makati was her route just to get to me...) I also miss blogging and chatting... Hehehe!!! Anyway, that's about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminder: Take &lt;strong&gt;Clusivol&lt;/strong&gt;!!! &lt;em&gt;"Sa panahon ng krisis, bawal magkasakit!!!" Nyaaahahahaha!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11705998-111334445982165834?l=xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/feeds/111334445982165834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11705998&amp;postID=111334445982165834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/111334445982165834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/111334445982165834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/2005/04/clusivol.html' title='Clusivol'/><author><name>xxtoooboooxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937380279343574910</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-11705998.post-111320189223129093</id><published>2005-04-11T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T23:44:52.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Car Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ATTENTION!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;We at TOOOBOOO EVENTS will be having our FIRST CAR SHOW / SKIMPY CARWASH / PARTY by APRIL 30, 2005 entitled "CARZ 05". We are cordially inviting everyone to please come and enjoy the CARS, BOOZE, &amp; BABES!!! For all ticket reservations and inquiries, please contact me through the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;EMAIL: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:xxtoooboooxx@yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;xxtoooboooxx@yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;PHONEZ: 4188907 (look for Lester)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;               5220938 (look for Jaz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;               (0921) 7296914 (Lester)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11705998-111320189223129093?l=xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/feeds/111320189223129093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11705998&amp;postID=111320189223129093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/111320189223129093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/111320189223129093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/2005/04/car-show.html' title='Car Show'/><author><name>xxtoooboooxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937380279343574910</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-11705998.post-111318216565603464</id><published>2005-04-11T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T18:16:05.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For What's in Your Heart Will Remain Forever!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once this guy who is very much in love with his girl. This romantic guy folded 1,000 pieces of paper-cranes as a gift to his girl. Although, at that time he was just a small fry in his company, his future doesn’t seem too bright, they were very happy together.&lt;br /&gt;Until one day, his girl told him she was going to Paris and will never come back. She also told him that she could not visualize any future for both of them, so they went their own ways there and then... heartbroken, the guy agreed.&lt;br /&gt;But when he regain his confidence, he worked hard day and night, slogging his body and mind just to make something out of himself. Finally with all these hard works and the help of friends, this guy had set up his own company ... You never fail until you stop trying.&lt;br /&gt;One rainy day, while this guy was driving, he saw an elderly couple sharing an umbrella in the rain walking to some destination. Even with the umbrella, they were still drenched.&lt;br /&gt;It didn’t take him long to realize those were his girl’s parents. With a heart in getting back at them, he drive slowly beside the couple, wanting them to spot him in his luxury Sedan.&lt;br /&gt;He wanted them to know that he wasn’t the same anymore. He had his own company, car, condo, etc. He made it!&lt;br /&gt;Before the guy can realize, the couple was walking towards a cemetery, and he got out of his car and followed...and he saw his girl, a photograph of her smiling sweetly as ever at him from her tombstone and he saw his paper-cranes beside her!&lt;br /&gt;Her parents saw him. He asked them why had this happened. They explained, she did not leave for France at all. She was ill with cancer. She had believed that he will make it someday, but she did not want to be his obstacle... therefore she had chosen to leave him.&lt;br /&gt;Just because someone doesn’t love you the way you want her to, doesn’t mean they don’t love you with all they have.&lt;br /&gt;She had wanted her parents to put his paper-cranes beside her, because, if the day comes when fate brings him to her again...he can take some of those back with him.&lt;br /&gt;Once you have loved, you will always love. For what’s in your mind may escape but, what’s in your heart will remain for- ever.&lt;br /&gt;The guy just wept. The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside her knowing you can’t have her.&lt;br /&gt;Find time to realize that there is one person who means so much to you, for you might wake up one morning losing that person who you thought meant nothing to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11705998-111318216565603464?l=xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/feeds/111318216565603464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11705998&amp;postID=111318216565603464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/111318216565603464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/111318216565603464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/2005/04/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>xxtoooboooxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937380279343574910</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-11705998.post-111310444498301063</id><published>2005-04-09T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T20:40:44.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guide to What a Woman is Saying</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guide to What a Woman is Saying&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. I just need some space! (...without you in it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Do I look fat in this dress? (hmm...We haven't had afight in a while)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. No! Pizza's fine! (...you cheap slob)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. I just don't want a boyfriend noe !(I just don't want you as a boyfriend now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. I don't know...what do you want to do?( I can't believe you have nothing planned!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Come here. (My puppy does this too.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;7. I like you but...(I don't like you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;8. Yes(no)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;9. No(Yes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;10. May be (never)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;11. I'll be ready in a minute. (I'm reay, but I'm going to make you wait because I know you will)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;12. Oh, no, I'll pay for myself. (Im just being nice, there's no way I'm going to dutch.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;13. Oh Yes!!!Right there!!!!!!! (Well,near there I just want to get this over with)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;14. I'm just going out with the girls (And we are gonna make fun of you and your friends)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11705998-111310444498301063?l=xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/feeds/111310444498301063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11705998&amp;postID=111310444498301063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/111310444498301063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/111310444498301063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/2005/04/guide-to-what-woman-is-saying_09.html' title='Guide to What a Woman is Saying'/><author><name>xxtoooboooxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937380279343574910</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-11705998.post-111301681992866301</id><published>2005-04-08T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T20:20:19.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Broken &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEETHER feat. AMY LEE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanted you to know I love the way you laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I keep your photograph and I know it serves me well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanna hold you high and steal your pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I don't feel right when you're gone away&lt;br /&gt;You've gone away, you don't feel me, anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The worst is over now and we can breathe again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanna hold you high, you steal my pain away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;There's so much left to learn, and no one left to fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanna hold you high and steal your pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[x2]'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause I'm broken when I'm open &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I don't feel like I am strong enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I don't feel right when you're gone away&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I don't feel right when you're gone away&lt;br /&gt;You've gone away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You don't feel me here anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11705998-111301681992866301?l=xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/feeds/111301681992866301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11705998&amp;postID=111301681992866301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/111301681992866301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11705998/posts/default/111301681992866301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxtoooboooxx.blogspot.com/2005/04/broken.html' title='Broken'/><author><name>xxtoooboooxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937380279343574910</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>
